It’s a good thing that emotional scars are invisible because if emotional scars were visible, porn would be disgusting.
—Doug Benson
errrrrrt! Update
Plugged it back in, it’s still buzzing. I’m annoyed and now I’m going to have to go get maintenance. Ugh. Pants on.
errrrrrt!
Today when I got home from work I did what I always do, took my pants off and got in bed to decide whether to sleep immediately or put it off until 2am. This evening, though, my decision making process was interrupted by the most heinous buzzing sound coming from outside. It was short and loud and sounded like this - “errrrrrrt!” Naturally I ignored it and continued with my laying around, when all of the sudden there is was again. “Errrrrrt!”
Now, though, it seems to be coming from inside the apartment. I go over to the window area from where it seems to be emanating and wait for it to “errrrrrt!” again. BAM. But now it sounds like it’s coming from behind me. I’m completely freaked out and standing in the middle of my apartment like a crazy person waiting for the phantom buzzing to happen again. “Errrrrrt!” Where is it coming from?!! It sounds mechanical but it’s so short I can’t narrow down the source.
After 5 more minutes of this I decide to start unplugging things until I can figure it out. A/C unit? No. Playstation? No. Microwave? No. All the while, it’s still buzzing intermittently, throwing it’s creepy stalker buzzyness all around the room. Finally I have the bright idea to time it so that I know when it’s coming and I can narrow down the source by playing a weird solo version of the children’s gam “Hotter or Colder.” I start the stopwatch on my phone and quickly surmise that it’s on a 75 second cycle (I missed a lap on that long one). I start moving around the apartment, standing in a certain spot before each interval, moving closer to the source as I go.
Eventually I narrow it down to the kitchen (probably should have been my first guess but it did NOT sound like it was coming from there at the start), and after another cycle, I realize it’s the fridge. I opened the fridge and freezer and everything seems normal, the food is frozen and/or cooled appropriately. I unplugged it and ta-da, no more “errrrrt.”
In total, this took way longer than it should have and I have no idea what the problem is. The internet says it could be any number of things, none of which are good.
It’s still unplugged.
Watching Horrible Bosses and chilling out immensely.
This is 2:08 in - looks like I’m going to enjoy myself.
Edit: In case you were wondering, I am having chicken sliders with the left overs from this weekend’s feast. And they are good as hell.
Having spent a great deal of time organizing/cleaning my place lately, I thought that blogging it while it’s in top shape might be good for posterity. Also for all of you lovely readers who haven’t had the pleasure of darkening my doorstep lately, this should serve as a bit of nostalgia to end your weekend.
Centered
I have no idea why the pictures are not centered and it’s super pissing me off and taking me away from important tasks like making a list of everything that is dirty and needs to be cleaned. The list could just say everything, but then how would I get the satisfaction of crossing things off?
This is the greatest thing to happen to Sunday since the NFL.
*Edit: It appears that someone may have already informed me of the existence of this great product, apparently somewhere in the arena of 8 months ago. I’m usually not so behind! This does go to show that I am not the domestic wizard I sometimes (never) claim to be.
I wish I had come up with this.
Looking South from somewhere north and slightly west of me where you are NOT permitted to dump.
Testing out some photo posting! This is a picture I heart from a fantastic trip to the Miller brewery in Milwaukee back in March wherein there was a plentiful tasting session and a strong midday buzz was had by all the non-drivers.
