You totally need to sneak one in, Burrell. He'll become One of Us in the Worship of the Mr Clean Magic Sponge.
'Safe'
Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
So my brother is thinking about pursuing an MD after his PhD. He doesn't want to practice, but having an MD in his field opens up a lot of possibilities for advancement and stuff.
When he was 3, he used to say he wanted to be a doctor so he could drive a Lamborghini ( he thought doctors drove lamborghinis, not that he'd make gobs of money and be able to afford one. We have no idea why.)
He still loves his cars.
Mr Clean Magic Sponge:
It's a cleaning stick made of melamine foam. Melamine is a resin used in construction and the automotive industry as a sound barrier and flame retardant. It also imparts strength and is used in such products as dinnerware and laminate counter tops.
Aimee, he mops the floor with vinegar. Seriously.
Ha, Aimee. I doubt that my husband would let it in the house. He's all into green housecleaning, which means that he's usually using cleaning technology that was state of the art at the turn of the 20th century. I have to quickly sneak in the bleach while he's not looking.
It works via microabrasives, and the ingredients are supposedly safe.
flame retardant.
OK, so I won't go home and attempt to set the grungy one afire. (Um, yes, I had been idly wondering how they burned after the topic came up.) I'm less than impressed with how they work on tub and tile. Easier and a kajillion times more effective to just use scrubbing bubbles.
Aimee, he mops the floor with vinegar. Seriously.
Wow.
We just got August's Wired. It's not available on the Wired web site yet, which is a shame, because Steven Colbert is on the cover, and he wrote an article titled "how to be an expert on everything".
Interesting. Thanks.
Okay I have to go grade now so I can pick up the kids a bit early. Poor Franny, she was so broken this morning that she wouldn't let me leave daycare. She cried for an hour. That is SO not like her. I was worried there was something seriously amiss, but I spoke to her teacher at 12:45 and she was doing fine.
Oh, poor Franny! I'm glad she's feeling better.
I would totally scrub our kitchen floor with vinegar if I thought Hec wouldn't flip out like a mammal over it, but he probably would, so we both compromise mostly by just never scrubbing the kitchen floor.
Shit, ita. Your poor brain. I'm so sorry about the ongoing crappitude of the migraines.
Also, tommyrot? Re some total stranger's recent discovery of the proto-Bender? Humph, I say, humph.