Commercial “toasters” suck big hairy donkey balls. I got a bagel from Panera this morning that was warmed up but not close to browned. In fact it was not warm enough to melt the butter I put on it. They use the kind of toaster that has a little conveyor belt to move the bread over the element. I’ve stayed at hundreds of hotels and they all use the same toaster. They all suck. Toasted means the bread is browned. If it is not browned then it has not been toasted!
Your foot does a good job on the lever. Though you’ve got to be an acrobat to make this work with urinals.
Thumbs up to those commercial establishments who put a wastebasket by the door, so you can use a piece of paper towel to grab the door handle and then drop the paper in the trash.
This shouldn’t be necessary, except people are pigs.
even those toasters have a knob to adjust the browning. I have adjusted a number of them, I suspect that the cleaning crew turns them when cleaning.
I’ve actually seen toilets that flush using a foot pedal. I’m surprised they aren’t more common.
I see plenty of those floor petal flushers here. The sad thing is the commodes are always “squatters”.
One month check up on the new kidney. It’s still working great.
However.
There has been three whole nights where I have managed 6 straight hours of sleep, courtesy of CBD. The rest of this past month has been 2 hours of sleep, an hour awake, 2-3 hours of sleep. Every night. I asked about sleep aids, noting CBD is the only thing that has helped. Jeebus, you’d have thought I brought up kicking puppies. Under NO circumstance am I to use CBD. Okay, then write me a medical marijuana script. Elevate to kicking kittens AND puppies. I’m allowed melatonin. It really doesn’t do much other than leave me with a massive hangover the following morning.
Between the continued discomfort of having a too large kidney stuffed in a too small place, the side effects of the drugs, and the lack of sleep, I’m falling apart.
Losing one’s keyring is a colossal PITA. So is discovering that of the original keys presented by building management, a working mailbox key is not included. Of three currently accounted for (the original I had filed, the dupe I had made today, and the one on DH’s keyring), only the one on DH’s keyring works. We need to copy his when he gets home.
Also need to start checking around locksmiths to see who can give me a not-wallet-destroying price on a replacement for my car’s electronic key. Ugh.
Can you get a second opinion?
I am so happy that your new kidney is working out. I am also rather surprised that your doctor doesn’t seem to understand how important proper sleep is to the healing and recovery process. Your body is in the process of accepting a new body part and needs time to rest and SLEEP!
I sure hope they see the error of their ways soon.
For those who are waiting with bated breath for news of the Rescue-Mobile, my BB has made it to Arizona and says that Arizona drivers are worse that Texas drivers. He sounded so stressed that I didn’t argue that point, but he is totally wrong. I agree that Arizona drivers are bad. Texas drivers are worse because they tend to be much more aggressive.
All of the cats are still alive but not happy and very vocal about their displeasure, which makes phone calls rather difficult. We misjudged the amount of kitty litter that would be needed, so BB stopped at a feed store to get more and learned that the RM isn’t as well sound proofed as we thought because he could hear the caterwauling (proud, I spelled that right the first try) across the parking lot. He can’t get to Jerome tonight as planned (due to monsoon storms), so the cats are going to have to go straight from the RM to a big adoption event tomorrow morning. Fingers crossed that the cats settle down and find their forever homes, but I don’t think they are going to show very well.
This should be in the Work Place Rants thread, but I’m too lazy to post over there. My work-minion has put in his notice because he has finished college and has found a job in his field. I am very happy for him. I am selfishly not happy for myself, now I have to find another one and deal with all the happy horseshit that comes with that.
Unfortunately, that is the opinion of the pharmacist, the resident, and the nephrologist, at three separate appointments today. They all straight up freaked when I brought up CBD. Then again, this is Minnesota, super uptight.
Fuck Discovery Channel and their fucking shark swimming around the top corner of the screen. Yes, we know Shark Week is coming. Yes, we know it’s a Really Big Fucking Deal. But do we really need a fucking shark constantly swimming around on the screen? I was watching Adam Savage recreating a WWI dogfight and found myself wishing he’d just shoot down the fucking shark, already!
Come on, Hollywood! This has to be the plot (and i use that term loosely) of the next Sharknado movie. I have no idea what number they are on, but a dogfight between WWI fighters and sharks? Make it so.
I don’t wanna work today; I just wanna hit the trails and go hiking.
That is all.
I just wanna bang on the drum all day.
Sounds good to me! Can I come with?
I didn’t want to sit around the apartment all day playing on social media, this site and with a couple of documents I’m working on, but my back pain said otherwise.
My back pain prevents me from working on my art for more than 5 minutes at a time. I have to be standing, slightly bent, which is the worst position for my back. So it’s work 5 minutes and sit down for 15. This means it’s taking me 4 times as long to finish a piece, averaging about 6-8 weeks.
And flatllined: Kudos to your BB and his Rescue-Mobile. He’s doing much-needed work, in spite of the caterwauling.
Ouch, I hear ya. I switched from huge canvases to tiny pen & ink pieces, and one factor is so I can switch around, from sitting to standing at a counter, to reclining… to sitting on a barstool (which comes with its own single-malt anaesthetic).
I just blocked another Democratic presidential candidate’s ads on Facebook (this time it was Tom Steyer, who’s rich enough to buy a state or two but still needs my money).
In this instance, I sort of enjoy going through the Facebook procedure for ad-blocking. They give you one of three choices to explain why you don’t want to see more ads from a particular source: (a) irrelevant, (b) repetitive, or (c) already purchased.
For political candidates, I get a boot out of checking option (c). 
How’d that work out?
If no one has called her out in public, PM me and a few other volunteers here and we’ll make her famous. 
Congrats!
Just make sure the flag doesn’t have a gold fringe or you’ll wind up registered as a sovereign citizen.
Yes, that’s a joke if you’re not familiar with that particular American inanity.
ETA:
See if you can find another shredder guy or spoon guy. We really miss those stories.