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a giant, black, spoon has melted onto the dishwasher.  it's one of those broad, serving spoons used dole out mashed potatoes or corn and it was blown around inside of the dishwasher and eventually landed on, what my mother calls, the 'heating element'.  the heating element is a glorified coil at the bottom of the dishwasher which is a box shaped contraption that is located under our kitchen counter and cost a few hundred dollars.  we put dishes inside of it that we wash once in the sink.  this box will toss water around that is made warm by the 'heating element', eventually washing all of our dishes a second time.  after an hour, we can take out our dishes and place them in the cupboard only to remove them again in a few hours to eat.

maybe my dad is right.  we should just use paper plates and plastic silverware.  i couldn't even tell you where the nearest landfill is.

so, i sit here in my cool home (cool in the summer, warm in the winter, thus allowing us to perpetually prance around in short-sleeved shirts and jeans with socks on) just watching my world pass me by.  another day.  i wasted a lot of the morning sleeping and will waste a good chunk of the afternoon deciding what i should do that doesn't waste the rest of the day. 

we're all so comfortable here.  we rented a movie last night and spent a half of an hour trying to figure out how to get the dvd player and the television to talk to one another.  we were holding three remotes, one for the dvd player, one for the tv and the other for the stereo (the television speakers are wired through the stereo).  i sat on the floor pushing buttons and generally feeling frustrated while someone went up to the computer, started it (this is an invention we use to store information and play games that remove us from our reality), and found instructions on the internet (something invented by al gore, former vice president and general dolt).  eventually the movie played.

we watched a story about two people who were in love but very far apart.  the civil war had been their downfall and we learned that men don't have any logic and that two women can work together on a farm and do quite well, even if they do have to overcome a few emotional hurdles along the way.  the movie climaxed with a fight scene that took place in a snowy forest in the south (what?).  the two men shot one another while they were on horses.  i think the women might have cried but i don’t remember.

the movie was called 'cold mountain' but should have been called 'predictable story'. 
 and such is my life.  i'm sitting here, using al gore's invention and listening to that water box hum in the other room just trying to remove the black, plastic, serving spoon from its 'heating element'.