You people are even weirder than I am

But since various people asked how to get one's oven door off, apart, and clean and various other people expressed an interest in other stages of stove cleaning, I figured I might as well put it all in one place. So here is: ( How To Take Your Stove Completely Apart I Mean To Little Tiny Stove-Bits And Get (almost) All The Grunge, Grease, Crap, Corruption, Dust, Decay and General Grossness Out Of, Off Of And Out From Under It In A Full Day Of Hard Labour Give Or Take, or, Seriously People, Stop Making Food That Stuff Gets Everywhere, A Really Quite Lavishly Illustrated Essay )

Best. Line. Ever.

Are people seriously arguing that an insurance company should be able to avail itself of a conscience clause? Shouldn't it be made to demonstrate a conscience first?

Also, it appears that someone has produced, and fandom has fallen neck and crop for, a movie which is conspicuously lacking in (or at least lacking in conspicuous) race- and gender- fail.

So of course it has children fighting each other to the death.

*sigh* I'll be over here, listening to Cabin Pressure and rereading Austen. Or writing Now We Are Forty: Eeyore's Lament. Or something.

ETA: AND being genuinely happy for the rest of you. I'm mildly wistful, not actually feeling hard-done-by or wishful of harshing the squee.

GOOD Morning!

Otterly stunning latte, for legionseagle:



just 'cause.

And also, promoted from the comments of my last post, my latest bout of Recreational Dyslexia/involuntary contribution to the Drop One Letter game:

Last night I misread a performance schedule on fajrdrako's door as promising a run of Ötterdämmerung. For which I now yearn with every fibre of my being, though I'd happily settle for snatches of the libretto *looks hopefully about*.