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Not Bathing And Dirty Pillows

Chernobyl is a ghost town still. Make sure to go all the way through the pictures to the last page, because it’s terribly creepy how it looks like people just picked up and walked away as quickly as they could. (Since I found this link, I have found it peppered all over the net on other people’s weblogs and sites. I have decided to include it anyway, because you all know that I’m telling the truth when I say I found it days ago. The same goes for the next link).

American money is now being tracked by RFID tags, and so is the Euro. It was going to happen by 2005 anyway, so it is not that surprising.

The world’s oldest man died on Friday at the age of 114. It makes me wonder where I get off worrying about how old I am.

The leatherback turtle population in the Pacific Ocean has fallen by 97% in 22 years.

I have got to get off my ass and go have a shower. I have been having one of my no-bathing weekends in which I try to leave showering go as long as possible from my last weekday shower on Friday morning. It is 11:00 am on Sunday now, so I’m doing pretty good with the being dirty thing. I know, it’s only two days, but I am naturally a really dirty person. I am one of those people who starts looking pretty slick twenty-four hours after my last hair-washing (slick as in “oil”, not as in “styley”). I’m never sure why I do it, but I have these occasional phases where getting all wet in the shower just seems like too much work to bother with, and my own filth feels more like a comforting blanket than awfully disgusting. Am I alone in this? I wonder what it would be like to go for a whole week. I am sure my blackheads would run rampant.
I think I may be giving the wrong impression here. I have repeatedly told you how I am completely lazy when it comes to housework, and now I am telling you about how I’m not bathing this weekend. It is not that bad. Yesterday, I spent a good part of the day rearranging the bedroom and cleaning everything I could that was bed-related. I even put the pillows through the wash. I have been told in the past that this should not be done, but I have been giving a lot of thought to our pillows and how truly disgusting they are when you think about how you’ve been rubbing your hair and face all over them for months or years and all the dead skin and the mites that live in the pillows eating your dead skin and the drool and the awful sleep-breath moisture that permeates everything and all the times you lay there when you were sick. Gross. So, I looked up how to wash pillows on the internet and went on ahead with my plan. It was so embarrassing to carry them down the stairs to the building’s laundry room, because they were all grey and yellow and marked up, and none of us wants to admit that our physical selves have done that to something outside of the bathroom. Four pillows, two pillows to a washer, half the usual amount of detergent, two rinse cycles, three or four cycles of tumble dry on medium, and voila! The Fiery One and I have pillows that are definitely less grey and yellow, they smell fantastic, and they even got some of their fluff back in the dryer.
I’m sorry if I grossed you out by admitting my lack of pillow-washing. Is this something that regular people do regularly? My mother told me that you can’t wash pillows, and I have never heard anyone talk about washing their pillows before. I honestly didn’t know. It is a good thing that I get all obsessive about things sometimes and started obsessing about the grunginess of our pillows, because otherwise we might have continued sleeping on our own mouldering filth, and we might have had children that would have had to sleep on their own mouldering filth. It is all too much to bear thinking about.

Give me a break. I am not a citizen of the United States, but in a country that espouses democracy, shouldn’t something like this be illegal, using religion so openly as a part of your politics?

There are another couple of blogs I would like to introduce to you that I have been browsing through. The first is Uncle Bob. He’s been writing since January of 2000, so there is a huge amount of material to amuse yourself with. The second is Anne Marie. She had been writing since July of 2003, which isn’t bad considering she’s around 14 or 15 years old. I really didn’t think I would enjoy a diary from someone so young, but she can be crazy wise in some entries. Mostly, though, she fucking hilarious.

You, too, can experience the “...unprecedented levels of pleasure one derives from the Washlet...”

When I was a kid, most Canadians weren’t even interested in Canadian cinema, so it’s really cool to see how we’ve grown up and are being recognized for our films internationally.

Echelon? Yes, Echelon. It could be listening to you (but it’s not likely, or so they say).

And now, I am off to bathe. It is really a must. You see, over a year ago, we had an upstairs neighbour who flooded her bathroom when she forgot she was running water in the tub. Our landlord never did a proper job in fixing the damage in our apartment, and so now the tiles around our tub are dangerously close to falling right off the wall and we leak water into the apartment below. Tomorrow and Tuesday are the days we have been told that our bathroom will be fixed, and then we will not be allowed to use the shower for a couple of days following. I have to take what bathing opportunities I have now. I am sure the Fiery One will be grateful for my renewed sense of personal hygiene.

About Being Nice, I'm Dead On About Being Nice, And Not Even The Prospect Of Filth Soup Can Taint The Niceness

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