Some People are Really Stupid

Sticking my hand in the Garbarator.
Some people are really stupid. Take me for example. I have a garbarator. I have had this garbarator for eleven months. It came with the home when I bought it. Just like anything else that is new to me, I read the directions. Some of the instructions are those typical, 'Don't stick body parts between the moving blades' type instructions. The rest discuss maintenance and cleaning.

I do not think I would have gone out of my way to purchase a garbarator. But there are benefits. I do not have to remember to compost my food scraps. I do not have to feel guilty about not remembering to compost my food scraps.

Stupid spinning blades-I can almost reach..
My buddy Mike over at We Work For Cheese uses worms and robots and small animals to compost. That's too labour intensive for me. Hmm... I had a point when I started typing. Right. I am stupid. Before you turn on a garbarator, remove the fork from the drain. I usually check the drain before I turn it on. Garborator still works. But I had to pry the fork lose with a screwdriver.


Flying Start

Well, this blog is off to a flying start. Three posts in six months. But two entries in a matter of days could mean some momentum is starting to build. Have I finally discovered the creative bug? Not tonight. I ate too much pizza.


Socks? Okay. But underwear?

My washer-dryer is in my kitchen. Am I the only one who feels weird getting clean underwear from the same room used to prepare food? As I pondered this reality, it dawned on me that, in order to get clean underwear, I must bring dirty underwear into the kitchen. Who the hell came up with this idea?

I had a friend in university whose apartment was about 150 square feet. Her toilet was next to her stove, only separated by a folding brown door. She could sit on the toilet and lower the temperature on the stove, flipping her burgers.

I had an acquaintance that would warm his apartment by jamming a fork into the lever of his toaster thereby forcing it to stay on.

I had a friend who sold all his earthly possessions in order to move to Asia. I bought The Deer Hunter and The Godfather movies (on VHS) from him for four bucks each. He sold everything except his stupid comic book collection and a guitar. He moved back three months later. Right after he got dumped. Fucker . He wanted his movies back. But he wouldn’t pay the twenty dollars each that they were worth. I still have them. Awesome movies.

The Godfather DVD Collection (The Godfather/ The Godfather - Part II/ The Godfather - Part III)