she came from a door that cannot be opened from the outside.

What did she say to you, Sophia? Exactly what did she say??? It will be important in the upcoming battle between good and evil.

Allyson--this is your gas oven that's the problem? I know the question sounds dense, but the gas people should be a little more eager to come fix stuff even if it isn't your apartment's heat that's fucked.

As for things and their accomplishedness, I can't but feel I should have learnt a new language by now, or be ready to swim the English Channel. I haven't even managed to do groceries for days, despite have left the house.

Happy Birthday, msbelle!!!

It will stay lit after I let go of the gas valve ater holding it open for a minute, it's when I turn it from "PILOT" to "ON" that it will go out after a minute.

My boss says the thermocouple is bad. That's the sensor thing that detects whether the pilot light is lit. The furnace will cut off the gas to the pilot light if the thermocouple does not sense that the pilot light is lit.

Shouldn't the landlord have to hire a plumber? Plumbers work on natural gas related thingamabobs.

This is Allyson's landlord we're talking about.

I suggest lots of hot chocolate and baking in the meantime.

It's really hard to work when everyone else has left early because of a bit of snow.

Foo. I just heard back from the tire place, and my poor tire has an unrepairable sidewall tear. I'd better call the dealership, there's always the possibility that the tire is under some sort of warranty....

I've had this for too long to sincerely squee over the acquisition, but here's my first photo with it...

Will someone come yell at me until I do my laundry?

Rare brain worms spread by unsanitary cooks

I think I remember that House episode...

Heh. It was the very first episode, and the reason I cannot watch House (or any medical drama, really) -- because I flip out like a mammal and assume that I probably have whatever weird ailment the teevee character has.

In the House episode, the brain worms were from eating ham, which TOTALLY made me flip out like a ham-eating mammal, because I was all, "OMG! I have ham in MY fridge! I could have the brain worms, too, and I wouldn't know it! I EAT HAM!!!!"

So my case worker and I decided that I am not allowed to watch the medical dramas any more (or at least until my parole expires).

Have you the brain worms??!!

Arrrgh! I was coming here to post that, and Hec gets there first! Curse you, wee Hec! You win this time.

(Also, no one should taste this delicious!)

I don't know which conversation is more disturbing -- brain worms, or How To Survive A 3-Hour Attack By Infinite Toddlers.