No, that's what I'm saying. There is no timer. Just those two dials.
Doyle ,'Life of the Party'
Spike's Bitches 22: You've got Angel breath
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No clock on your stove?
Is there a clock, P-C?
No, there is no clock. Not even on the range.
But there is an outlet in case I decide to plug something in and prove that you can convert heat into electricity or something.
P-C, that is beyond wierd. I have no explanation for the craxiness of stove manufacturers.
Damn you, General Electric! Daaaaamn yooooouuuu!!
That's it, you're demoted to Colonel!
I don't have a clock in my oven either. I use the timer in my microwave, or the stopwatch on my watch.
As a child I was fascinated by all things mechanical and electric, so I figured out the functionings of our electric oven by myself.
P-C, what model is it?
Usually found on a tag on the wall of the front of the oven when you open the door, or on the door itself when door is opened.
I think my figure skating fandom is dying out. Weird. The biggest factor is that the new scoring system is purely idiotic, but it's also like I only have so much energy to go around, and these days a huge chunk of it gets sucked up by writing and writerly activities. Which may mean I'm getting a bit too single-minded, but I'm having fun with it.
I know what you mean, Susan. Not so much about the scoring, I never understood it all that well, but about the losing interest part. I started losing interest when they started all the pro contests. It just seemed to make it even more of a popularity contest. Plus, I got tired of seeing the same routines over and over and over...