Archive for September 2011

my weekend (a true story)

So, this weekend we spent a ton of time working around the house, and I only tell you this layout the setting for the rest of this story. Anyway, after painting and rehanging a door and dozen other things Jodi and I are pooped. Andy, my mother-in-law, in her own way, offered to treat us for dinner, not that Jodi and I are that bad off where we need someone to take us out for dinner, but the sentiment is nice. After some discussion, we decided to try out a Italian grocery on the other side of town, described to us as a local, nicer Whole Foods with an Italian flare, somewhere you could pick up organic milk for the kid, some flowers and a cannoli made fresh that day. Along with all the other natural or organic or fru-fru or hipster crap food shite we all eat and love. We get there and though not quite as good as we were hoping for, we had our hopes up for something like a Met-Market in Seattle crossed with Satriale’s from the Sopranos, but it was decent lacking in a few things so it will not be our weekly grocery, but if we ever need a pluot or a tropical fuck fruit, we know where to go. It is a couple towns over, so it took a few to drive there an back. Just long enough for the gallon and a half Costco jug of liquid laundry detergent to plummet to an early death, completely full mind you, and spill all over the floor of the kitchen, where for some ungodly reason the genius who made our house hid the washer and dryer. We have no idea if it was suicide or homicide or even terrorism, I don’t trust the dryer, I think it might be out to get us and breaking off it’s handle might have just been the first act of a violent mind, but all 1.5 gallons are all over the floor. Now let that sink in, that is a puddle of laundry detergent the size of half our kitchen about 2cm think (a bit more than three quarters of an inch for those metrically declined). I walked in and thought it was water, so I walked over thinking that the dryer, said I don’t trust it, had done in the washing machine. And three steps in my feet start sticking to the floor. Was like walking through cold honey.

So, after dinner, since the damage was done and without eating we would have died at that point, and after all the work earlier in the day, the wife and I clean up the floor for hours. Some of the highlights, me using two dust pans to scoop up and pour dingy detergent (who knew soap could be so dirty) into a metal bowl, later me just standing at the sink furiously washing the soap out of the sponges as Jodi throws them back to me after soaking up as much from the floor as she can.

Luke W. McCullough | lm3m @ | 09.26.2011 | Office @ the clean House of Chaos, Arlington, MA

just some reminders

IMG_0457Always wear a helmet when on a bicycle. F*ck that shit around if there should be a law or whatever, not here to argue for or against the nanny state. I am just saying if you are on a bike, you should be wearing a helmet. Just a simple appeal to logic. Do the math, if your head comes into contact with the ground while moving at almost any speed on a bicycle the chance that that ends badly for your brain is too damn high. {Brought to my mind by my wife telling me about the lady on a bicycle with no helmet who got hit by a woman looking at her phone.}

Don’t use your phone and drive. The studies show that hands free or not, phones are distracting. And don’t even get me started on texting and driving. {Brought to mind again by the lady running over the bicyclist.}

Discourse. Look it up. The point here is that the way to win an argument is by using facts, logic, reason, etc. Winning by silencing your opponent is a cowards way out, it means you don’t have the conviction to hear a counter argument. And just because someone has a different opinion does not mean they are evil or even wrong. Another way to look at it is you don’t understand your point unless you can argue the other side. And don’t fall into the fallacy that every argument is a duality, there are more than two points of view for many questions. {Brought to mind by the following: and }

And fall is here. Wearing shoes at home for the first time in months and a sweater. Woot, made it through the summer. Might have been a wee bit hot for me.


Luke W. McCullough | lm3m @ | 09.16.2011 | Office (pictured) @ the new House of Chaos, Arlington, MA, U.S.A., Earth