So, either I'm PMSing or I'm having a psychotic break. Or maybe it's my deep, deep sense at shame over how I spent my Saturday night. While others were out in Montreal enjoying Nuit Blanche, I was locked in a pitched battle with my sink. It was my wits and the chemical contents of my apartment against the most stubborn drain in all of Quebec. Too late to go buy Drano, I decided- the drain having destroyed my last faint glimmer of sanity - to follow the directions on the back of a box of baking soda. For drains it detailed a complicated multi-step process. Toss 3 table spoons of soda down the train, then a 1/2 cup of vinegar. Stopper the drain for fifteen minutes, and then- and this is the best part- pour boiling water down the drain until the bubbles stop. So, you've got to keep a kettle going the whole time.
It will work, but only after you've done it a few times, and run out of white vinegar and resorted to apple cider vinegar. And plunging. Lots and lots of plunging. I felt a certain sense of satisfaction when the water started to sluggishly drain, only mitigated somewhat by the knowledge that I had spent a few hours of a perfectly cromulent Saturday either mainlining Homer or battling household plumbing.
So, if you've made it this far through my pipe wows, amuse yourself with a few links:
Learn! What's the deal with AIG.
Relive! The most glorious moments of Stallone.
Be Confused! Or Delighted! At birds with human hands.
Sniffle! At the Kiwi Bird.
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