Thursday: An electrifying performance.
Jan. 13th, 2011 10:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexandraerinNews For Today
So, yeah. The water line to the dishwasher here is not working. We suspect a freeze, though there's no evidence of a burst pipe (knock on wood). I discovered this yesterday in a pretty disconcerting way, as I started the dishwasher and then walked out of the room to do some writing. That's what you do with a dishwasher, right? That's the point of the thing. Possibly if anybody actually ever read the manual that comes with one, it would say to never leave the thing running unintended or you void your warranty and forfeit your soul to the Great Gray Beast Who Devours Souls With Cheez Whiz or something. I don't know.
The point is that I came back in the kitchen around the time I expected it to be done so I could unload it, and there was this smell, so I opened it up and there was this acrid smoke. Kind of panic-inducing. I quickly realized that there wasn't actually very much smoke at all, it just made an impressive stench. Also, the dishes were dirty, and the ones that hadn't been put in there wet by me were dry as a bone.
I believe the smoke and odor came from debris (including gel soap that was plopped unceremoniously down on the dishes at the front corner of the washer) on the heating element at the bottom, debris that would've ordinarily been washed away during the washing portion of the cycle. I'm hoping so, because the alternative is that something burned out inside the washer. My housemate says this has happened before, there's insufficient insulation in that one spot. If there is something wrong with the plumbing or the machine, she has a home warranty policy that should make it quite a bit less expensive, but it will still suck so let's all hope and pray and cajole the fates (nicely) that it's not the case.
This is, of course, the reason for the placeholder post on Tales of MU. Being home alone and having a major appliance belch smoke in my face is not the sort of thing that helps me settle down to the business of writing entertaining stories. I gave it a bit of a stab, but it wasn't going anywhere. I'd forgotten the stuff I came up with during my prep session and couldn't settle down and focus.
Personal Assessment
Doing pretty good. My sleep schedule is still weird. It's migrating to the point where I'm going to bed later and later, which is the opposite direction I thought it would take to get back to normal, and will probably take longer to get there. But it will get there.
Dreams From Last Night
Brainiac bubble bondage. I blame DCUO.
Link Video For Today
Apparently, acceptable names for a Tesla coil employed as a musical instrument include "Zeusaphone" and "Thoremin". With no disrespect to my Asatruar friends, I'm inclined to favor the former as "Thoremin" sounds a bit like something the TV would tell me to ask my doctor if it's right for me.
Plans For Today
Finish up the chapter I was writing when the dishwasher suffered a temporary elemental inversion. Fortunately a brief conversation with Jack reminded me where I had been going before being distracted by all the shock and panic.
So, yeah. The water line to the dishwasher here is not working. We suspect a freeze, though there's no evidence of a burst pipe (knock on wood). I discovered this yesterday in a pretty disconcerting way, as I started the dishwasher and then walked out of the room to do some writing. That's what you do with a dishwasher, right? That's the point of the thing. Possibly if anybody actually ever read the manual that comes with one, it would say to never leave the thing running unintended or you void your warranty and forfeit your soul to the Great Gray Beast Who Devours Souls With Cheez Whiz or something. I don't know.
The point is that I came back in the kitchen around the time I expected it to be done so I could unload it, and there was this smell, so I opened it up and there was this acrid smoke. Kind of panic-inducing. I quickly realized that there wasn't actually very much smoke at all, it just made an impressive stench. Also, the dishes were dirty, and the ones that hadn't been put in there wet by me were dry as a bone.
I believe the smoke and odor came from debris (including gel soap that was plopped unceremoniously down on the dishes at the front corner of the washer) on the heating element at the bottom, debris that would've ordinarily been washed away during the washing portion of the cycle. I'm hoping so, because the alternative is that something burned out inside the washer. My housemate says this has happened before, there's insufficient insulation in that one spot. If there is something wrong with the plumbing or the machine, she has a home warranty policy that should make it quite a bit less expensive, but it will still suck so let's all hope and pray and cajole the fates (nicely) that it's not the case.
This is, of course, the reason for the placeholder post on Tales of MU. Being home alone and having a major appliance belch smoke in my face is not the sort of thing that helps me settle down to the business of writing entertaining stories. I gave it a bit of a stab, but it wasn't going anywhere. I'd forgotten the stuff I came up with during my prep session and couldn't settle down and focus.
Personal Assessment
Doing pretty good. My sleep schedule is still weird. It's migrating to the point where I'm going to bed later and later, which is the opposite direction I thought it would take to get back to normal, and will probably take longer to get there. But it will get there.
Dreams From Last Night
Brainiac bubble bondage. I blame DCUO.
Apparently, acceptable names for a Tesla coil employed as a musical instrument include "Zeusaphone" and "Thoremin". With no disrespect to my Asatruar friends, I'm inclined to favor the former as "Thoremin" sounds a bit like something the TV would tell me to ask my doctor if it's right for me.
Plans For Today
Finish up the chapter I was writing when the dishwasher suffered a temporary elemental inversion. Fortunately a brief conversation with Jack reminded me where I had been going before being distracted by all the shock and panic.
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on 2011-01-18 10:50 pm (UTC)- a very amused Asatruar
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on 2011-01-18 10:59 pm (UTC)