Sunday, August 1, 2010

"Get off my lawn, cookie beast."

I rearranged my apartment yesterday, and aside from feeling ridiculously sore from exerting muscles that forgot I had them (harhar), it's colder than a polar bear fart in here. In my old setup, the stereo cabinet was set a foot or two in front of the wall AC unit (with front glass door removed) in order to keep the electronics cool, yet allow the air to circulate through and into the rest of the room. Well, either the circulation through the cabinet was worse than I thought, or my stereo gets so hot that it instantly negated most of the cool air on contact, because I just realized today that my poor little toes are ice cubes--and it's hot outside. I shudder to think how much of a drain that was on my utility bill.

Also, if there's a recessive gene that causes cilantro to taste like soap for some people, I wonder if there's a gene that causes soap to taste like cilantro. That's right, I think of the tough questions so you don't have to.

3 comments:

Jo said...

Stop eating soap.

KK Tracey said...

Pass the cilantro, please.

KK Tracey said...

So, this very topic arose at dinner this evening, when Liz explained that at her college cafeteria, everything is sprinkled with either parsley or cilantro. And woe unto the soapers when it's cilantro. Nothing to eat anywheres that doesn't taste like Ivory or Dove or even Old Spice.