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lance_sibley... with a shared laundry room. And this would be one of those times.
I got home from the Polaris concom meeting and subsequent dinner around 8ish, I think it was. Might have been about 8:20. First thing I did was to go into my bedroom and sort out two loads of dirty clothes: one white and one dark. I decided not to go downstairs to put them into the washing machine right away because I thought Desperate Housewives was coming on at 9, and I didn't want to miss any of it because I had to go down and switch my laundry over to the dryer - I figured I would wait until it was over at 10. That way my laundry would be done by about 11:30.
Best laid plans...
First, there was no Desperate Housewives tonight. ABC was airing the American Music Awards, I think it was, and CTV was airing a new episode of Cold Case. I've watched the odd episode of the latter, and I was sufficiently intrigued by the teaser that I decided that I would still watch some of it before taking my laundry downstairs. (It was about a transgendered teenager who had been murdered in 1963.) Then I saw the opening credits, and the SO of someone I know was guest-starring in the episode (though I've never actually met him, at least not to my recollection), so I decided to watch the whole thing. Turned out he only had a very tiny part right at the beginning, I think... though I still enjoyed the episode, so it wasn't a complete waste of time. Bit of trivia: the guy who played young Dom, Jonathan Keltz, went to high school about a five-minute walk from my apartment. (He looked vaguely familiar, so I looked up his IMDb profile; it turned out he'd been in a season five episode of Queer As Folk.)
Then I took my laundry downstairs. I took two books down with me: Jasper Fforde's The Big Over Easy, which I was almost finished, and Jim Butcher's Storm Front (the first Dresden Files book), which I'd bought last year in L.A. but had yet to read. (The Fforde was as brilliant as ever - how can you not love the concept of a murder mystery about the death of Humpty Dumpty, with Jack Spratt as the police detective and Mary Mary as his assistant? - and the Butcher is a fairly quick read - I'm already on page 98.) When the wash was done, I took the clothes out... and the white load was still sopping wet, as though the spin cycle hadn't kicked in. Looooovely. So I tossed the darks into the dryer, and went over to the sink to wring as much water as I could out of my whites. (Since there were about 20 pairs of socks in there, it took me a while...) Then I tossed them into the dryer and settled back down with my book.
About an hour later I took the clothes out of the dryer... and the whites were still sopping wet, as though the dryer hadn't done anything at all. So I spent $4 to get a load of clothes wet. Argh. (Though now that I'm thinking about it, I don't actually have any memory of turning the dryer on - but I can't believe that I would do something that stupid. None of you say anything. :P )
The shirts and underwear are now hanging over my bathtub, air-drying (and dripping, the sound of which is going to drive me up the wall when I'm trying to get to sleep, despite my attempts to wring them out again). The socks are just piled in the basket because there isn't enough room to hang them... I'll have to do that tomorrow.
Well, at least I have 15 pairs of clean black socks, plenty of clean shirts, and my tan cargo pants (which somehow picked up a large black stain during my last trip to Atlanta) are clean, so I won't have to scrounge to find clothes for work in the morning...
I really hate the fact that I'm not allowed, by the terms of my lease, to have a washer/dryer in the apartment (or a dishwasher, for that matter). It's a pain to have to schlep down to the basement whenever I want to do laundry, and even more of a pain when the machine I choose (of seven) is out of order but there's no sign or other indication that would warn me before I wasted my money. (Okay, it would be more of a pain if I had to leave the building and go to a laundromat, like I did for a bit when I lived in Ottawa, but you get the idea.)
I got home from the Polaris concom meeting and subsequent dinner around 8ish, I think it was. Might have been about 8:20. First thing I did was to go into my bedroom and sort out two loads of dirty clothes: one white and one dark. I decided not to go downstairs to put them into the washing machine right away because I thought Desperate Housewives was coming on at 9, and I didn't want to miss any of it because I had to go down and switch my laundry over to the dryer - I figured I would wait until it was over at 10. That way my laundry would be done by about 11:30.
Best laid plans...
First, there was no Desperate Housewives tonight. ABC was airing the American Music Awards, I think it was, and CTV was airing a new episode of Cold Case. I've watched the odd episode of the latter, and I was sufficiently intrigued by the teaser that I decided that I would still watch some of it before taking my laundry downstairs. (It was about a transgendered teenager who had been murdered in 1963.) Then I saw the opening credits, and the SO of someone I know was guest-starring in the episode (though I've never actually met him, at least not to my recollection), so I decided to watch the whole thing. Turned out he only had a very tiny part right at the beginning, I think... though I still enjoyed the episode, so it wasn't a complete waste of time. Bit of trivia: the guy who played young Dom, Jonathan Keltz, went to high school about a five-minute walk from my apartment. (He looked vaguely familiar, so I looked up his IMDb profile; it turned out he'd been in a season five episode of Queer As Folk.)
Then I took my laundry downstairs. I took two books down with me: Jasper Fforde's The Big Over Easy, which I was almost finished, and Jim Butcher's Storm Front (the first Dresden Files book), which I'd bought last year in L.A. but had yet to read. (The Fforde was as brilliant as ever - how can you not love the concept of a murder mystery about the death of Humpty Dumpty, with Jack Spratt as the police detective and Mary Mary as his assistant? - and the Butcher is a fairly quick read - I'm already on page 98.) When the wash was done, I took the clothes out... and the white load was still sopping wet, as though the spin cycle hadn't kicked in. Looooovely. So I tossed the darks into the dryer, and went over to the sink to wring as much water as I could out of my whites. (Since there were about 20 pairs of socks in there, it took me a while...) Then I tossed them into the dryer and settled back down with my book.
About an hour later I took the clothes out of the dryer... and the whites were still sopping wet, as though the dryer hadn't done anything at all. So I spent $4 to get a load of clothes wet. Argh. (Though now that I'm thinking about it, I don't actually have any memory of turning the dryer on - but I can't believe that I would do something that stupid. None of you say anything. :P )
The shirts and underwear are now hanging over my bathtub, air-drying (and dripping, the sound of which is going to drive me up the wall when I'm trying to get to sleep, despite my attempts to wring them out again). The socks are just piled in the basket because there isn't enough room to hang them... I'll have to do that tomorrow.
Well, at least I have 15 pairs of clean black socks, plenty of clean shirts, and my tan cargo pants (which somehow picked up a large black stain during my last trip to Atlanta) are clean, so I won't have to scrounge to find clothes for work in the morning...
I really hate the fact that I'm not allowed, by the terms of my lease, to have a washer/dryer in the apartment (or a dishwasher, for that matter). It's a pain to have to schlep down to the basement whenever I want to do laundry, and even more of a pain when the machine I choose (of seven) is out of order but there's no sign or other indication that would warn me before I wasted my money. (Okay, it would be more of a pain if I had to leave the building and go to a laundromat, like I did for a bit when I lived in Ottawa, but you get the idea.)
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Date: 2007-11-19 08:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-20 07:03 am (UTC)So what did you think of The Big Over Easy? And have you read its sequel, The Fourth Bear? (I haven't even picked it up yet.)