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General Category => Chaos => Topic started by: 8ullfrog on January 07, 2013, 05:08:23 PM
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Yes. Again. I'd very much like to live on my own out in the middle of nowhere, but that just isn't an option.
So I've got another roommate, and like every other one before, he is whacked. Not quite right, few bricks short a wall.
We'll call this volume 13, for the year. And to do so, we'll wipe the slate and all of 2012's craziness.
I've been fixing up the bathroom, as it was kind of a shithole. I replaced the rollers on the sliding glass door, since one of the wheels was missing, and the rest date to the 1970's. I also did a deep calcium scrub to get rid of the orange. There's still a ton of work to be done on the tub enclosure, but I'm confident that when finished the bathroom can look very nice. I'm also considering replacing the toilet seat. The toilet is a rounded model, the toilet seat is an oval. This causes issues.
The shower door handles were snapped off and overtightened. In addition calcium adhered them to the door. I've CLR'd it, but I'm fairly sure I'm going to have to use an extractor on it. His suggestion? Drill another hole in the door and put another handle on top of the old one. Not covering, just an additional handle. I said that was beyond retarded and he got very huffy.
Yesterday I took him to walmart to buy food, since he is afraid of driving his car. That's right. Single cloud in the sky and he needs a chauffeur. Ironically, he drives a shuttle van as an occupation. Go figure.
We arrive at walmart and he's making assorted racist comments, so I act like I'm not there with him. He required assistance finding and selecting bread. Now I can understand a first time food shopper being a little overwhelmed, but he'll be 50 this year. By 50, I hope that I will have learned everything I need to know about bread. Encyclopedic knowledge. Categorized by crust.
He started whining that there was no sourdough. I pointed out that we were at WALMART, not breadotopia. He stood there helplessly, looking much like a lost child. I asked him if he was going to grill the bread, he said grilling bread is for a slur towards homosexuals. (My most common lunch is a grilled cheese.) I asked him what he was going to do with the bread, and he said PB&J. I pointed at the wheat, he didn't want wheat. I pointed out white, he refused white. I pointed at potato, and he said he'd never had potato bread. I told him it was fine for peanut butter and jelly. He bought butter and commited a fairly common roommate foul, brand matching. Brand matching is done by frugal roommates in an "OOPS, I thought it was mine" gambit. So I'll be switching brands. Not a huge deal, seen it before, but he ain't slick. He bought bargain peanut butter, but no jelly. I mentioned this and he said he had some at home. I shrugged it off and we checked out. He paid in coins. $13 in coins.
We get home and he makes three peanut butter and butter sandwiches. I grabbed a beer and lurked in the kitchen to prevent clever sneaks, and it worked. He followed up the three sandwiches with two butter burritos (Tortilla and butter). He seemed a bit put out by my enjoying my beer in the kitchen.
Today I picked up a few veggies for burritos tonight, and when I got home I did a little fridge jenga. Turns out he DOES have jelly! It's crystalized and expired in october, but I'm fairly sure he'll hold on to it for quite a while yet.
About my only other problem with the wookie today is that he pulls the "garbage pyramid gambit", which is where you don't want to take the garbage out so you just pile it up. I empty the garbage every morning, but somehow, a new pyramid is waiting for me every morning. Our outside garbage is two steps from the front door.
Thanks for reading, and thanks for being an outlet.
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Yesterday I took him to walmart to buy food, since he is afraid of driving his car. That's right. Single cloud in the sky and he needs a chauffeur. Ironically, he drives a shuttle van as an occupation. Go figure.
This is epic!
Sorry 8ullfrog but I'm LMAO!! ;D
You should start looking for a new roommate: with that diet he's going to die very soon. :D
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sounds like you should charge extra for shopping assistance and chauffeur services. where do you look for roommates on craigslist?I can't imagine any one having so many bad roommate experiences.
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He paid for his food in coins? How does he pay for rent? Or, let me guess, it's his house, left to him from a passed parent/relative?
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His suggestion? Drill another hole in the door and put another handle on top of the old one. Not covering, just an additional handle. I said that was beyond retarded and he got very huffy.
His suggestion was definitely retarded. That drives me crazy when I see something like that at a friend's house.
Even it takes a little longer, at least fix the handle properly, don't just throw some half-assed jury-rigged nonsense together and call it a day. It's nice that understand that you have to live there and you don't want it to look like a poo hole. Your roommate doesn't seem to quite "get" that.
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Oh how I have missed your tales of the weaker minded folk you come across.
Dude is 50 and doesn't know what bread he likes? Insane.
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Where do you find these people?
If the jelly is crystalized, a short visit to the microwave will sort that out. It's just the sugar in it, and as the jelly was made under high heat, the microwave will make it like new. Maybe it will keep this guy away from your butter. Butter and peanut butter sandwiches? Sounds like he has a death wish. And sourdough doesn't really work with pb&j. Tell him to pick up some cheap english muffins instead.
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Pretty sure he eats out most of the time. He makes a good wage, but is always complaining about being broke. He's not paying child support or anything, so it's a mystery why he is always broke.
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Eating fast food or at restaurants gets very expensive when it's a habit.
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Maybe he spends it on beanie babies or porn.
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Or cheap hookers.
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Have you tried a woman roommate yet?
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I've been fixing up the bathroom, as it was kind of a shithole.
That is sort of the point.
Ok, I had to save both quotes for posterity.
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Have you tried a woman roommate yet?
Probably not because then HE would be the weird one.
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Had two female roommates at the old house, first one "Decided" when she would pay rent and how much. I had bills to pay. Well... bye. Second one was a fully carded peta member who broke the living room computer and decided I couldn't eat meat any more. Well... bye.
To be fair, I was on a fairly meat based diet at the time, lost 30 pounds too. FOREMAN GRILL, you are my fitness instructor. Wasn't a passive aggressive thing though, I was on the diet before she moved in. She said it wasn't a problem when she moved in, but changed her mind. I don't respond to Ultimatums. Ever. Making an ultimatum to my face is a good way to guarantee you will not get what you want.
We've got a shitty break room microwave at the house. Part of me says roomie doesn't give a poo, other part says he wants us to cave and buy one. That isn't happening.
Today had an incident that implies that he very much knows it's a shitbox microwave. He removes a part of the heater when he goes to work at 4 AM, so I went out and bought a space heater for my mom.
He came home today while it was running and started bitching about the cost, saying it's
1500 W. When I had previously mentioned that the break room microwave was 600 w and wasn't even good enough to heat soup, he played wattage dummy like he didn't understand what that was. Needless to say I do a lot of stove and oven cooking now.
His "Sudden" laser sharp wattage rating on the space heater shows that he understands EXACTLY what wattage is.
And yes, that was the EXACT wattage the little thing draws.
He also called me a toilet paper nazi because I stopped putting it in the hall closet. The man goes through more toilet paper than my mom, and she's a woman.
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Sounds like you should divvy up toiletries (soap, t.p. etc.) and each pay for his own in the bathroom. Selfish prick.
Craigslist is always posting free microwaves up here. I'd check for your area. And for a better heater too. Those oil filled radiators work pretty well. We have one that we use when it gets especially cold out.
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I have a couple of the Honeywell self-contained oil heater/radiators. They work great and with the proper setting, aren't bad on electricity. My other option is the baseboard heating which is horrible in regards to the electric bill.
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Sublet under RANT thread. lol
An excellent place for me to vent my particular spleen.
I live in a house with two other people. Men, to be specific. Which in itself suggests domestic mayhem and gross mismanagement... One of these so-called "men" is my junior by about 3 years which puts him at about 54 years old. Emotionally he's about 19 (which makes him my senior in that regard). He looks very much like a gaunt version of Philip K. D-ick without the smarts. The other guy's a college student. Perhaps you'll hear more about him at some future date. Maybe not; he tires me.
The PKD lookalike tends to be forgetful and may be suffering from incipient Alzheimer's. Who knows? He certainly doesn't. One of his peccadilloes is to put something on the stove like water or SpaghettiO's and retreat to his room where he promptly forgets about the kitchen foray until it either boils away entirely or becomes a caramelized mash. Abstractly speaking, this mash looks like it could be somewhat appealing for those with a sweet-tooth and a penchant for carbon but it's always on the liminal edge of being a fire hazard. Not a few times have I walked in the door and seen smoke issuing from the kitchen; once there was even a respectable little fire going. Now, I live in a room filled with books and my manuscript novel-- which I've been plugging away at for the better part of the last ten years--and the prospect of coming home from a day in the trees* and seeing my passions going up in a blaze of glory scares the bejesus outta me. I've cajoled, threatened, and wept before this PKD lookalike to try to remember the deadly combination of gas stove, rampant steam and/or flames, and isolation in one's bed chamber when he engages in culinary activities to no avail. I suggested Postit Notes on his goddamned computer to help his failing memory. So. The other day I come home and see this massive pot on the stove. It's still going through the last moments of a phase transition between extreme heat and room temperature. And what may this be?, I think to myself. I take a peek. It's a pot full of boiled eggs... blackened, cracked, carbonized eggs nestled in a begrimed pot. The inner edge of the pot looks like a post-attack trench on the Maginot Line. Some of the eggs seem to be hissing at me, like Dragon's eggs, and the others are all moribund and glazed like Easter eggs from Hell. I trot down the hall and say (through the door), [Insert PKD's real name here], have you been "cooking" again? Silence. I pause, draw breath and ask what the Dalai Lama would do in this situation. I opt to forgo the Enlightened Path and say in a quiet tone: One of these days you're going to put us on the street, you know, and I swear I'll crack your pate like one of those goddamned boiled eggs. He chuckles... Then I chuckle. We chuckle. I shake my head--shamed at the violence of my imagery--go to my room and log on my Burglar hobbit and kick the crap out of some orcs until I feel better.
Bully, let's move in together somewhere. I'll stay in my room, you'll stay in your room and we can live happily ever after.
* Despite my being a lowly Australopithecus, I don't dwell in trees because of some archaic evolutionary proclivity--I inhabit trees simply due to the fact that I trim trees to pay my rent for the dump I actually dwell in.
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My roommate does laundry after work every day, I think he has two shirts and one pair of pants for work.
His work offers free uniforms and laundry service but he's a man madam and thinks if he takes advantage of this privileged he will be fired and replaced by "A Mexican."
He has had to be told several times that one does not dry ones underpants on the central heater. Seriously, he's about 50. No one wants to see his tightie-whities.
Today when he got home I had the foreman grill on the washer because the counter was covered in salad makings. He looked like something died inside him just by seeing that.
(I was done in about 15 minutes, but it put off his regimented schedule.)
In your situation I'd probably pour the pot of eggs on the dudes bed. There are lines you don't cross. Sometimes my mom pulls that poo so I just turn her TV off and walk away with the remote. This subtly informs her to go check on the food she abandoned.
Stoves are no bless'ed joke, and I don't understand the mentality of walking away while cooking. It just ISN'T DONE.
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I'm speechless. I'd get rid of that guy with the fire hazard problem. It's just too dangerous. But, of course, I don't know your living situation and how much wiggleroom you have regarding locating apartments and roommates. You sound like mother teresa re your dealings with this guy. I'd have either dumped the eggs in his bed or called the fire department so he could explain his behavior to them.
Leaving your dirty clothes lying around is annoying and unhygienic, but not life threatening. Burning down the house is another matter.
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My mom was visiting a friend this weekend who thinks you can use a gas oven to heat the house instead of going out and buying a damn space heater.
Surprised mom didn't die. That's just bless'ed prime ignorance.
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Actually, I think this is a generational thing. I just had our 1953 Wedgewood fixed. It comes with 4 burners and a griddle on top, an oven, a broiler, and to the side, a heater to heat the house with. The PG&E guy who came to give us an energy audit disabled the heater because he felt it was a fire hazard (that side of the stove stands directly next to a wall).
I've met elderly people in rural settings who used their stove to heat their house. It's inefficient and expensive, but, if the stove is properly ventilated and no carbon monoxide is emitted, it's not dangerous.
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my family members have done that and they used boil large pots of water throughout the night. what is a energy audit ?
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They send a guy out to see if you can adjust your appliances to save energy. He was generally useless, but he did disable the heater on the stove which was potentially dangerous, so it wasn't a total loss.
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that doesnt seem very useful. are you required to let them pe&g for audit or is it something you can refuse?
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It's entirely voluntary. I called them, thinking it would help us save money on the gas and electric bill, but it was a waste of time, really.
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Roommate decided to eat when I was eating, his usual mayo and hot sauce sandwich (Yuck)
He's got his head in the fridge and he's bitching about where "His" taco bell sauce is. He didn't buy taco bell sauce, I did. He realizes this, stops bitching, and takes out his bottle of 99 cent store hot sauce that mysteriously replenishes itself.
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-_- where do you find these guys?!
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Pretty much any roommate can end up like that, I've yet to find one who doesn't "borrow" food.
This one was kinda fucky though. I asked if I could have the living room from 8 to 8:30, he said cool. I set up the wii fit, he went in my room and turned the TV on.
Thank god I lock my computer.
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I'd love to have 8ully as a roommate, even with his surly attitude sometimes ;-). Someone who understands the concept of respect and house hygiene? So rare to find.
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Yeah, but you have to remember I'm a package deal because I'm responsible for my mom. When I went to make dinner I had to clean the foreman grill because she'd wandered off after using it last night for burgers.
Ugh. Dirty grill left overnight. It's a bless'ed marvel we don't have ants. She didn't even think of asking me to clean it, which I would have done in a heartbeat.
I suppose I'm a little more on the ball when it comes to kitchen cleaning because of the food job, but I'd love to tear up the shitty linoleum in my kitchen. It icks me out to the point I don't cook anything complicated because I hate being in there.
I've laid floors before, but I only did a week on that job professionally. I thought I was up for it because we refloored our house in Encinitas, but holy golly is that a spine snapping job in real life.
I'd like to take an ROP plumbing class or something, but they keep cutting the ROP courses here. I'd love to be a bit more on the ball. A clean house is a happy house.
That being said, there is a difference between a clean house and a museum. I always sit out on the deck at one Aunt's house because I'm always scared I'll break something worth more than my car. I tell them I love the view.
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mayo and hot sauce w/no filler. that's unique.
I guess it's got fat and starch with some added kick. probably curl some nutritionist's hair, though.
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I'm responsible for my mom. When I went to make dinner I had to clean the foreman grill because she'd wandered off after using it last night for burgers.
Ugh. Dirty grill left overnight. It's a bless'ed marvel we don't have ants. She didn't even think of asking me to clean it, which I would have done in a heartbeat.
That crazy, reckless roommate AND your mom doing those things: you're up for sainthood 8ully. :)
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My roommate does occasionally bring me home booze, so he does appreciate me for more than my hot sauce. Still wish he would ask. Really drives me nuts if he opens something in a sealed container. He couldn't ask? I really would appreciate the courtesy of asking.
It's worse with mom though, she'll eat all my cereal and won't replace it. And at the store when I grab a second box for her she asks why I am buying two boxes. :|
OH, OH!
Today I said I needed the car to go grocery shopping. She stopped by around 2 PM, handed me 1 1/2 pounds of hamburger meat and a tomato.
I can't make a bless'ed salad out of that! And I'm out of hamburger buns! Hamburgers on regular bread SUCK! And I already had hamburger meat!
I wanted to make a meal plan, so we don't end up eating hamburgers all the time. Instead? Hamburger.
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couldn't you make meatloaf instead?
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We used to make a ghetto version of garbage, with just sliced potatoes and and eggs fried with already cooked beef. It worked, but I would look up a solid recipe, I've stopped eating hamburger, except for those damned hamburgers I don't say no to.. But it's been almost a decade since I cooked that.
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When I'm sleeping, I close the door on my room for privacy and security. If I'm awake, I like to leave it open so I can go get a drink.
Roommate always has his door open, but will gladly close yours if you have a fan on. Man, he despises that fan.
Don't care, it's hot out. Fan is on. And I just open the door again. He'll passively aggressively say "Mind if I shut this" and then close the door anyways.
This is a minor thing though, not like he's burning the house down. I never really thought about it until I had a buddy over and we were playing xbox. He said it's really bless'ed weird.
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Is he American?
In some cultures, closed doors are the norm.
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But he always has his door open.
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Yep. I'm tired and stupid. Sorry I confused the state of open/closed. He sounds like he just doesn't like the sound of fans. I like that sound. It's reassuring. When I was a child we had this huge GE fan with a motor like a jet engine turbine. We used to like to stand behind it and sing into the fan because of the weird way it modulated our voices. That thing must have burned so much electricity that you could stand outside our house and watch the meter speed around when it was on.
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I don't like the sound of fans... Or the feel of them. Unless I'm awfully hot, I refuse to use them.
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From what I've read, Britta pitchers are a common source of roommate contention. I'd just rig up a filter on the kitchen sink, but it's "Not allowed" so we have one of those rectangle britta pitchers in the fridge, which only I fill.
Mom asks for water, the son of a madam is empty.
So I fill it, and wait for the water to process.
Roommate swoops in to snag first glass, and I told him no, mom asked first.
Eh, he backed down, but still, holy poo.
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do britta filters really work ?
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They certainly filter water...how well? Who knows. But a buddy of mine had some old, but crappy tasting, scotch that he ran through a filter (I believe it was Britta) about 3 times and he said it made it great. He never shared it though.
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He told me if I hadn't been drunk off my ass in 2006, we'd still have the house.
Valid shot, heart pierced, holy poo.
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They are carbon filters encapsulated in plastic. Carbon is supposed to remove impurities.
Once I ate a pack of matches and the doctor told my mother to feed me burnt toast and tea (toast w/carbon to remove toxins).
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Activated Charcoal, good times.
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Back in the day I had 6 red-breasted piranhas (6 to 10 inches long) and used charcoal filters. I baked the impurities out of it in the oven and reused it.
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You rolled meat fishes over britta filters and then grilled dat poo? fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. You hardcore sun. While carnivorous fish would certainly terrify off my roommate off the bless'ed pitcher, I don't think that'd ride.
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Not exactly... fish tank filters.
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You rolled meat fishes over britta filters and then grilled dat poo? fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. You hardcore sun. While carnivorous fish would certainly terrify off my roommate off the bless'ed pitcher, I don't think that'd ride.
;D I laughed so loud... ;D
BRITA claims the filters have a double action:
The activated carbon filter eliminates bad odor and the taste of halogen compounds that chlorine makes when present in tap water.
The exchange ion resin lowers the concentration of calcium carbonates, accordingly softening tap water.
To date, no scientific studies appear to quantify the claims.
They're intended for tap water so probably aren't safe for other water sources and you should change the filter periodically (I don't know how much water can they filter).
Once I ate a pack of matches and the doctor told my mother to feed me burnt toast and tea (toast w/carbon to remove toxins).
Pffftt, that must have worked great as a punishment and for you not to eat matches again. As for removing toxins... ::) :D
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I never did eat matches again.
8ully, I would expect that pirhanas in the Brita pitcher might dissuade the roommate, it would make the water rather unpalatable at the same time. You nearly made me spray my screen with water when I read your response to brickbatz's rare culinary adventures.
Why don't you buy the roommate his own pitcher and tell him to deal with it, not to drink yours? (I assume you will say he'd just drink yours if his was dry or he ran out of filters). It's worth a shot if you have the space in your fridge.
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We already have to make him buy filters, or he "forgets". The thing is fairly large and already takes up about half a shelf in the fridge, it wouldn't really be feasible, nor would it stop him.
He pulled a brand match on the mayo "Oops, sorry, didn't mean to use yours". I've never found that gambit particularly clever, nor did it pay off. There were only about two sandwiches of mayo left in that bottle, so I bought the olive oil type. (He says that the olive oil type is for hippies.)
Unfortunately, these small transgressions are endemic to shared living spaces. At least he doesn't try to tell me I can't cook meat. That one was a real winner.
For reference, when she moved in, I asked if the meat thing would be a problem, she said it would not be.
Yeah, fishy water would be full of nastiness. probably be cool looking though, and going by bricks post, that's pretty much their natural habitat.
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Funny stuff here. :D
Actually, while I was camping and dirt bike riding the heater in my tank malfunctioned and the piranhas were floating when I got home. Cooked you might say. :P
Shortly before that a guy offered me $125.00 apiece for them. Wish I would have taken the money.
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They're ugly suckers. Like swimming muscle with a mouth.
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They're ugly suckers. Like swimming muscle with a mouth.
Ew, you sure do paint a vivid picture.
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You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear.
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I've seen piranha bites and not in movies.
I live by Paraná river and every once in a while in a hot day during a dry summer there's an attack.
One day in 2008 about 40 people were attacked. (http://pescadordeportivo.com/2012/03/20/cuando-peces-carnivoros-atacaron-a-banistas-en-el-rio-parana/) (I know, it's in Spanish. ::)).
We called them palometas (Serrasalmus marginatus).
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I fed mine raw liver. If they didn't eat it all I had to get it out of the tank. I would swish my hand around in the water to spook them, then grab the meat.
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You do know they have nets you can use for that...right?
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I'd consider a roommate net. I went for a burger at lunch and the ketchup came up short.
Also I overcooked the thing. That burger sucked. Like school lunch grade shitty.
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school burgers were always better if they had cheese on them other wise they were too dry.
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Roommates never worked out for me. Even the best of friends will get on your nerves.
You do know they have nets you can use for that...right?
They were well fed and not interested in eating me. It was easier to pick up the little pieces by hand. The smallest one (~6") had a bite taken out of its dorsal fin though.
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Just now roommate came into room and said "Give me a dollar". I'm pissed in the english sense, so I just giggled at him.
He handed me a dollar. This seriously confused me.
He wanted a soda, and was willing to pay me for it. But he said "Give me a dollar".
now he's mad I'm giggling about it.
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He's mad because it cost him dollar.
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I've seen piranha bites and not in movies.
I live by Paraná river and every once in a while in a hot day during a dry summer there's an attack.
One day in 2008 about 40 people were attacked. (http://pescadordeportivo.com/2012/03/20/cuando-peces-carnivoros-atacaron-a-banistas-en-el-rio-parana/) (I know, it's in Spanish. ::)).
We called them palometas (Serrasalmus marginatus).
Here is a news article in English. They are related to pirhanas. http://brazildispatch.blogspot.com/2012/02/video-piranha-like-fish-attack-bathers.html (http://brazildispatch.blogspot.com/2012/02/video-piranha-like-fish-attack-bathers.html)
This link describes the fish, but it sounds as if the attacks on people are rare as they aren't mentioned here. I guess water levels and lack of food motivated them to attack. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chloroscombrus (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chloroscombrus)
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Red-Bellied Piranha (Pygocentrus (Serrasalmus) nattereri)
I believe this is what I had. (almost 50 years ago ::))
(http://i.imgur.com/fFB1byz.jpg) (http://imgur.com/fFB1byz)
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I was pretty sure we were going to die right there. Ammonia + Fire? Good times pal.
I kept trying to talk him down, like a clocktower shooter. He kept trying to grab the spray out my hand. I'm quick, but he's a bless'ed wookie. Called me "cunty" and then sprayed the foamy poo right into the fire. My brain BSOD'd. We didn't die though, so we've got that going for us.
Seriously, with my asthma that foamy poo put me in a coma.
And of course, post foamy toilet spray inspection showed that the stove was still damn' filthy.
Any tips? Basic cleaning was enough everywhere else, but this poo is nast.
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Take the parts affected off of the stove so they are away from the fire and get some oven cleaner spray. Spray it on and let it work then it should come off relatively easily.
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is it okay to spray that on the underside of the stovetop?
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I'm not sure how your stove is constructed, but most are enameled sheet steel and the top usually clips on but can be pried off for maintenance. If you could let me know what kind of stove you have, I could be more specific. My old Wedgewood top comes off for cleaning, as I discovered during a maintenance visit.
I don't know if it's possible to look in there with a flashlight. But I don't think that, if the Pilot Lights are off, you will have any problem using the oven cleaner on the stove surfaces. You just don't want to spray it near the flames.
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This isn't mine, but it is the same model.
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v223/8ullfrog/images_zpsf9a32c8d.jpg) (http://smg.photobucket.com/user/8ullfrog/media/images_zpsf9a32c8d.jpg.html)
And I need to clean what is seen in this image. that rail, and under the burners. This thing is in really bad shape.
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If you look behind the stove you should see a shutoff valve for the gas. Turn that off. Then the pilot lights should go off. Once that is done, no gas, no flames, you should be able to clean the affected parts. When the fumes from the oven cleaner are gone, you can restore the gas supply and relight the pilots.
I'm assuming you don't have electric ignition for the pilots?
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We used to have a stove just like that one. We used s.o.s Brillo pads and scrubbed like crazy and a little Dutch cleaner like Ajax. It usually came out pretty clean for the most part.
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Roommate got one of those fat bless'ed peanut butters, the eight dollar skippy tub.
He went to make a sandwich, and the thing launched off the shelf full speed, bounced off his chest and slammed the floor.
On the way the cap shattered. He was stunned. I suggested tin foil, but he went to the tupperware solution. The first attempt was a no go, no seal.
The second attempt was like a cork in a wine bottle. Zip lock cheap little tupperware lid snapped into place perfectly. I'll get a shot of it tomorrow, but we had a good laugh about it.
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It's good that the entire tub contents didn't hit the floor. Peanut butter does not come off anything easily, and WILL NOT come off carpet.
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You make an excellent point. Our kitchen has very shitty tile.