Nothing funny about feldspar

Sometimes you just don’t want to get out of bed.

One thing I despise about our house is the fact that the laundry is in the basement. The only thing that redeems this annoyance is the laundry chute from the 2nd floor. At least I can use gravity to help get the dirty clothes to the place where they will be cleaned. (Carrying the baskets full of processed clothing back up two flights of stairs is a different matter.)

However, we’ve never been in the habit of taking recently dirtied clothing and putting it in the chute to land on the basement floor to wait until someone runs out of clothes and by default has to do the laundry. No, siree. We wait until somebody runs out of clothes, and then said somebody gathers up the piles of old gunky laundry on the 2nd floor and tries to push it all down the chute, where it inevitably gets clogged up like the streets of your favorite college town after a home football game (presuming, of course that your favorite college has a popular football team and a Really Big Stadium).

So then said somebody has to run around pushing and shoving at the laundry from the various entrances to the chute, ending up in the basement with a mop handle trying to pull the clothing from where it is stuck. Luckily, the clog is usually within mop handle reach, but unluckily, the pusher usually ends up getting hit by an avalanche of dirty clothes. Yuck.

We’re in the planning stages for a new house, one that will have the laundry on the first floor. Although, if my bedroom is on the second floor…. I better make sure there’s a chute!

[edit] And an automatic pocket-kleenex remover would be useful, too.

from a discussion of Reality TV at the Dealmac forum:

Watching real people is pretty boring. I think it would be funny if someone did a “Big Brother” show with real people who just sit there and read books and stuff.

— Ån†øn

Random thoughts that I’d like to write more about someday, but maybe won’t:

• I hate toilets, but they’re necessary.
• The devaluing of reciprocity by charities who deluge us with cards, labels and calendars.
• When did “the holiday season” start starting in September?
• Is there some better word for “childless” than “childfree”?
• I never go to the movies. Why do I want to go to three movies in the next month?
• “Anathenic” — the stuff you pull out of your ass, fully-formed and ready for battle.

This aggressive patronus looks like a combination of a penguin and a gnu.

Thanks to The Patronus Generator, I can now protect myself from Dementors!