Sunday, October 16, 2011

Sparkles and the Lack Thereof

Yesterday was a sorta blah day for me, which is unusual for a Saturday in the Fall.  Saturdays in the Fall used to mean wall-to-wall, door-to-door football... or at least it's been that way for as long as I can remember.  This year?  I might have watched three games, total.  If that.  I dunno why but I can't seem to get enthused about the game this season... and it doesn't have much to do with the success (or lack thereof) of my favorite teams: ND has done about what I expected, Michigan was on a tear before yesterday, and Air Force managed to beat Navy, which is pretty much all that counts in that space.  Oh, yeah... there's Army... and the CinC's trophy, which should might be ours again this year.  That pretty much sums up my lack o' interest in the game.

That said, I did watch Michigan lose... and badly... in East Lansing yesterday.  Some elements o' my past cannot be denied and the rivalry game is one such.  Then I promptly fell asleep on the couch as OSU beat Texas, in Austin, and slept through that entire game.  So much for yesterday's football.

Speaking of elements of my past... it's been quite another story where the Beloved Wings are concerned.  I haven't missed a single game so far and the Wings have rewarded my dedication and loyalty by remaining unbeaten in this young season, going to a 4-0 start for the first time since '97-'98.  Those of us who are prone to staring into the dregs of our tea cup think the signs are good and there's hope that the 2011-2012 season will end up the same way as '97-'98... which is to say yet another parade down Woodward Avenue.  But last night was a near-run thang, what with the Wings having to engineer a come-from-behind victory (they were down 2-0 as late as the middle of the second period) and win it in the last few seconds of OT.  A "W" is a "W," innit?


Yet another weird thing about my Return to Normal:  I always feel like I'm in a dish-washing detergent commercial when I empty the dishwasher, coz I'll stop and hold up a glass or three to the light and marvel at how they sparkle.  I mean that quite literally, the glasses simply gleam now.  My glasses were clean when I lived in ECMdP, but they didn't shine like they do now.  I've been wondering about that for days and weeks now but haven't arrived at a plausible answer, other than the wonders of a rinsing agent.  I suppose I'll just have to chalk that up to modern science; it's yet another example of "better living through chemistry."  That particular phrase used to have an entirely different meaning to me but we won't go there.


  1. Guess I'll repeat part of my late post about Kid Creole & The Coconuts (go see, Buck) What have you got against my #1 Bayou Bengals? (as if I don't already know :) ) I FULLY expect a FULL scouting report after every game or I'll seriously think about cancelling my subscription, hear!!?? Too bad both our sorry a$$e$ aren't back in uniform so I could make that an order! Shape up Mister!! :)

  2. Yep! Rinse aid is what does the trick. Our new dishwasher requires it be used in order to ever get the dishes & interior dry (an energy-saver deal, I guess). Even though our old one got them just as clean...sparkle they did not.

    Virgil is a good man. A fine man, I can tell. I'm just hoping that his (and my) Tigers don't become saw logs in a buzz saw come Nov. 5 (when we play for the National Championship).

  3. Hmmm. Sparkles...rinse may be time for some kind of intervention here:-)

  4. Dan, it may be some sort of mental illness like those women who do infomercials about women's health. Although it could be his new eyes.

  5. I, too, watched the Michigan - Michigan State game, and also napped out after. Must be something going around.

  6. Virgil: Remember what Mom said: "want (expect) in one hand and shit in the other and see which fills up first." ;-)

    Andy: So what happens if you DON'T use rinse agent in yer new dishwasher? Does the EPA (or some other gub'mint agency) fine you?

    Dan: Heh.

    Lou: I think you're on the right track with the mental illness thang.

    Jim: I'm sure there was sumthin' goin' around: it WAS Saturday...

  7. So one of daily routines is to stop by these-here-parts to see what our humble host has to share.

    Sparkles was not quite what I expected. I rolled with it though.

    That said I am ... worried about our host. Broiler pans? Sheet talk? Sparkles? What's next...will Buck be telling us he's seen all four Twilight movies and that in addition to his beloved Wings, he is on Team Edward?

  8. I wouldn't hold my breath on your last if I were you, Kris.

  9. Heh, indeed

    When I first moved into The Home For The Prematurely Pitiful, one of the first sets of complaints from the residents was that there were no dishwashers in the units.

    At which point I realized that I've never lived in a place with a dishwasher. Or would know how to use one if I did.

    Different worlds....

  10. Buck, I'll tell ya' what happens, because I know from experience.

    The first load we ran left the dishes damp, and drops of water in the bottom of the dishwasher.

    So, we resorted to "THE BOOK!" Wherein we found that without rinse aid, we'd likely get the same result. So, we poured the stuff in, and voila!

  11. At which point I realized that I've never lived in a place with a dishwasher.

    Dang, Rob... you've been deprived! I'd look for a good attorney, if I were you.

    Andy: So, no intervention from the Feds, State, or local authorities, then? That's good to know. ;-)


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