Archive for December, 2007

CLEANING TIPS:
White distilled vinegar works fucking awesome for cleaning stuff. Plus it makes you really want to have some fries at the boardwalk.

Don’t listen to your mom. Bleach is probably the best thing for cleaning anything. It will destroy stains, smells, and, sometimes, the thing you’re trying to clean. But it’s not like you own anything of any worth anyhow.

A 50/50 mix of ammonia and bleach is the number one best thing for cleaning tough stains. Sure, it will probably kill you, or destroy all of your lung tissue, but it is really amazing for cleaning dirty venetian blinds or your hands after you cut garlic.

Mr. Clean’s Magic Erasers are another staple for a basic cleaning supply kit. You just scrub them on stuff, and poof- it’s clean. Scuff-marks, paint marks, stains from red Kool-Aid that you spilled all over the counter then forgot about- they disappear like magic with Mr. Clean’s Magic Erasers. I think they’re just really fine-grit sandpaper, but I don’t care if they’re made out of poop, that’s how well they work.

You know how you’re supposed to sort your clothes by color before you wash them? Yeah, well, it’s a lie. It doesn’t matter. Your whites are going to look like shit soon anyhow, so why not save yourself a few minutes and just throw all your laundry in together like a normal person? Who are you trying to impress here?

Fuck brooms. Just vacuum everything. Just turn of the rolly-bar thing when you’re not on carpet, or you’ll burn a huge hole right in the vinyl tiles. Also it can chip stone flooring, but who am I kidding? You don’t have stone flooring.

ORGANIZING TIPS:
Keep shit off your closet floor, so you can throw all your mess from everywhere in there nice and easy. If your closet floors are the only thing you keep clean, you’ll be in good shape in the unlikely event that you have company or a girl coming over. A dust ruffle on the bed helps, too, so you can shove shit right under there. Though, if you have a dust ruffle on your bed, don’t expect so many girls to be coming over. Unless you are a nana. If you are a nana, you already know all this, probably.

Get a lot of those little brass hooks, and screw them in the walls all over your place. Even if you don’t have anything to hang up right then, you’ll be prepared in the event that you do.

Throw away every pair of socks you own, and then go out and buy 2 dozen of the same white ones, and 1 dozen of the same black ones. It makes life a whole lot easier.

If you don’t have enough space to store clothes, stop buying clothes. Easy. If you buy a new shirt, you should throw out an old one. Plus, you’re not going to wear hardly any of the clothes you own. Really. I bet you’ve worn that shirt you have on a zillion times. And that red one? Once. You thought, oh, this is cute, I’ll wear this all the time. But you were wrong.

 

i’m not dead, just in case you were wondering. however, i’ve been feeling a bit under the weather, which does detract very much so from the ole appetite, much to my dismay (that is, in essence, the snake eating its tail). anyway, i’ve been subsisting on either canned soups or chinese food or osso buco as of late, so you tell me what you want to read about. that’s right, i want YOU, loyal readers, to tell me what you want.

do you care that i had a leisurely (read: terrible service) lunch with annie b earlier today at lodge? that i can feel my intestines bubbling over from what is no doubt e coli poisoning? why do we do such things to ourselves? we are masochists. or, we are lazy and it’s a block away. take your pick.

recently i ordered from chinese musician, some restaurant in greenpoint that allegedly has “awesome” chinese food. well, it wasn’t very exciting at all. you know why i am qualified to say such things? because i am chinese, you assholes!  then i decided to deter yet again from my usual route of all things kam sing, and went with pac sun, which was mediocre at best. fuck this; the road most traveled is usually that because it’s the best. kind of like why cliches are true, you know that kind of jibber jabber.

anyway, i’m going to bake some pumpkin pies with graham cracker crusts this new year’s eve and serve it all up with a side of schlagg, the german version of whipped cream that’s so much richer than that cool-whip shit. germans sure know how to beat their dairy into submission!  and on the 5th, we’re going to del posto, so hold your breath because i’m sure this will be fucking bang on. if not, well, then i guess it’s off to dressler, because i still have yet to go.

are you still reading? are you eating anything good? say something!

Don’t pet a tiger!

Here are some olde-tymey tips on how to recover from today’s miscellaneous maladies. These are all safe, effective, and very normal things that will instantly cure you of your ailment. I highly recommend that you try these all yourself, and also I am totes a medical professional. (Plz. don’t sue us.)

* Make a salve from lard and kerosene and put it on your actual person to treat any cold or flu symptoms. Lard. Kerosene. Your actual person.

* To treat baby hiccups, take a red thread (must only be red) and put it in your mouth. Get it all spitty, then put it on the baby’s head. Then call CPS and report yourself for incredibly poor parenting, okay?

* Ulcers got you blue? Eat at least 3 bananas a day. Go on, I dare you.

* Got the ole mouth-herpes? Rub that bastard with a gold ring a bunch of times. I bet that feels good, doesn’t it?

* To cure insomnia, chop up a yellow onion, and put it in a jar. Keep this stupid jar on your bedside table. Open it up and smell the disgusting yellow onion, and you will fall right into a coma. A coma where you constantly smell yellow onion.

* Asthma is a bitch. Treat it by swallowing balled-up spider webs. There. Now you’re healed.

* Finally, not using idiot home remedies (or homeopathic, holistic, chiropractic, or witch doctor “medicine”) is one good way to feel better and not be such a goddamned ‘tardo. Go to bed for a while and drink some juice and take some Nyquil.

(Sadly, I didn’t make any of this up.)

WHICH IS THE CUTEST?

Bald Kitten?

or

Fat Puppy?

I will be the judge of this, just as soon as you send me these little friends to examine properly. Bald Kitten has amazing freak eyes, but Fat Puppy is so fat! Only one can be the victor. (The other one will just have to live with defeat and being cuddled probably to death.)

Who knew?

Att: People of major metropolitan areas, re. stop being an idiot.

When it’s raining, and you’re leaving the subway via the stairs, please please please for the love of kittens and babies and all things good in this world: carry your umbrella vertically. Not at a 45 degree angle, not at a 15 degree angle, not at any angle. Know why? Because the faces of people behind you on the stairs DON’T WANT TO GET JABBED.

Please note my handy guide, easily printed out into a card which you can then laminate and consult so as to stop being an idiot.

OW MY EYE

slowpoke, I know- but Olbermann really knocks it out of the park here

onions

am i the only person on the planet who finds this bulb the most odious possible creation of mother nature? sure, it’s tolerable when cooked into things like chili, french onion soup (though i suspect gruyere could salvage anything) and new england clam chowder (and most soups in general, i reckon), but there is no reason for this horrendous growth to exist. sure, you can batter and deep fry it and serve it up with fair results, but truth be told, you could batter and deep fry a shoe and it’d be delicious.

fuck you, onions.

h/t Fast Hugs