Thursday, January 11, 2007

Brrrrrr! Stupid broken furnace.

It was 50-something degrees in my office this morning, which is well below my comfort level, so I bought some more wood and performed some technical ministrations to be able to work from the living room, where the cozy wozy wood-burning stove resides. However, getting warmth from fire hasn't been as easy as you'd think given all the equipment at my disposal, which now includes:
  • A wood-burning stove
  • Wood
  • Super flammable fire-starting logs
  • 100s of matches
Seems like a slam dunk, no? Actually, the starting of the fire is pretty easy, but the keeping going of the fire is a little harder. I'm poking at the fire a lot more often than the owner of a dedicated wood-burning appliance should have to. And, of course, I'm hilariously covered in soot, like some sort of chimney sweeping urchin programmer. It gets on my shirt and hands, which transfers it to my ass, which hilariously transfers it to the couch. Delightful!

Meanwhile, I'm drinking more coffee than ever (warm liquid in my mouth!), and I'm having soup for lunch (warm liquid in my mouth!) and I'm seriously considering a trip to a gay bathhouse for obvious reasons.

The furnace is supposed to get fixed tomorrow. Cross your fingers for me.

8 comments:

chess h said...

out of purely academic interest, how does one locate a gay bathhouse? "Bathhouses - Gay" in the yellow pages?

carey said...

Put on your most poorly rendered Cockney accent and sing!

Though I spends me time
In the ashes and smoke
In this 'ole wide world
There's no 'appier bloke

tinyhands said...

A friend of mine once thought he would do his wife a favor by vacuuming the ashes out of their fireplace with the shopvac. As it turns out, he wasn't fully proficient in the use of said shopvac and managed to cover every square inch of their living room with ashes. Furniture, drapery, carpeting, everything. Too bad that was before YouTube, because I would have loved to have seen that.

Mike said...

Chess, I think you can safely leave out the word "gay" as part of your query. If you're in San Francisco and you're in a bathhouse, congratulations, you've found a gay one.

Carey, that movie is one of my daughter's favorites, so I don't think she'd take kindly to her father butchering it.

Tiny, that's a valuable reminder for us all to videotape absolutely everything we do all day. You never know when you're going to hilariously cover yourself in soot.

Tasty said...

"for obvious reasons" made me laugh so hard I nearly choked. For obvious reasons.

Mike said...

Tasty, obviously!

dolface said...

what tasty said

Mike said...

Dolface, maybe I should have gone. Where else would I get to see you?