And there was much rejoycing…
YAAY! 
Gah! That wasn’t smoke, it was steam. Probably just vapor, drying out. Go get it and ty it out.
I washed my iPhone. Nice and clean, but…
Warranty no good. Sorry, OP.
Indeed, very happy ending. I missed my Touch!
I have to say the Apple Store is pretty cool, too. That open-concept dealie with everything out in multiple quantities so you can fiddle with it all. The wooden benches and stools. It’s like a workshop/showroom rolled into one.
They gave me a Week 40 model as a replacement. Maybe it’s just me but it seems a little less bright and a little lower contrast – blacks don’t seem as black. But I could just be imagining it.
Oh. And the microwave has a restraining order against me, except when I want to cook something edible.
When she was about seven my daughter tried to dry her wet socks in the microwave.
They caught fire and destroyed the machine.
Nobody said “poodle” did they?
Good.
(now somebody’s gonna tell me that’s a myth)
Peace,
mangeorge
…but I bet they were really dry.
I think it’s more a case of mistaken identity. If you nuke a whole bunch of Marshmallow Peeps, they can grow to such an extent that the resulting mass (before they cook down to a brown, marshmallowey caramel) can look remarkably poodlesque.
A quarter-inch slice of raw celery puts on a nice little light show if it is nuked by itself for about 30 seconds…
Gah! A couple of months ago I routinely poured a cup of coffee, which I then routinely let get cold. So I routinely put it in the microwave and set it for “beverage–.5 cup” and pressed the button, which gave me one minute and 15 seconds. Approximately 45 seconds later there was a loud POP! (not routine). I looked in the microwave and the cup was smoking.
I thought, okay, that’s probably warm enough. I stopped the microwave, reached in, grabbed the handle of the cup, and YEOW! burned my hand. Also not routine. Usually the coffee was hot but the handle of the cup was not.
Then I looked at the cup. The paint was peeling off.
This was a typical ceramic mug, and it had been nuked before–many times. But this time, it reacted very, very badly. It was all blistered, all very hot, and smelled funny. Like burned paint, actually.
I have no idea what I did differently. But now I put the lukewarm coffee into a microwave-safe container to warm it up.
My young, stoner BIL drowned his last cell phone at a drunken party. He was leaning over the toilet and puking, and the phone slipped out of his chest pocket (what it was doing there, I have no idea) and went right into the bowl. :eek:
He decided to just let it go.
Damned if I’m gonna get him an iPhone for Xmas…
Don’t tell me, the phone he drowned was a cheap audiovox or the like. Hmmm.
I’d be a little suspicious if I were you. 
Nah, he’s a fine young man, and deserves a nice iPhone.
Nay, he needs it, to impress his stoner friends with when they’re all high.
“Doooooooooood! Your phone turns sideways! That’s craaaazy!”
As a younger child, I once had a candy bar get all melty, so I froze it. Then it was too hard, so I decided to nuke it in my infinite childish wisdom. With the wrapper still on.
Pretty light show till a parent could get it turned off.
Hmm… can you microwave dry ice? What happens if you microwave something that’s already on fire? Is there a site where I can read about people engaging in dangerous microwave practices?
As for me, I got nothing. Give it time though… give it time.
wait, dead babies aren’t…?
:eek:
Man, you’re full of surprises. I thought you’d be all over this one.
[slight hijack]Where ya been? I haven’t seen you around in a while. Glad to see you back.[/slight hijack]
Thanks for noticing I’ve been really busy with school and applying to teach English in Japan next year. Although, I’d much rather be able to say “I’ve got my country’s 500th anniversary to plan, my wedding to arrange, my wife to murder and Guilder to frame for it; I’m swamped”
Heh - he ius speaking English - don’t you want it in American?
That was my first thought, the poodle. It might be a myth, but as far as I’m concerned, nuke all poodles of the miniature kind. Those shivering, yapping, nervous and annoying canines should be banished to hell for evermore!
Things you should not microwave:
Brains!
If it makes you feel any better (not really, but hey misery loves company), I recently retired my old clamshell phone for a Samsung Instinct and my first bluetooth headset. A month later I dropped the headset in the driveway on the way out to work and ran over it. I have not replaced it because I figure I’m not worthy of owning small electronics. 