I've turned over a new leaf.  No dish unwashed.  Why?

Because there's nothing worse than looking at that big-ol-pile of dishes at the end of the week and realizing that someone despite their protestations, didn't take their turn.  Something about starting washing dishes at nine-thirty and ending washing dishes right around 12:00 made that little tiny segment of my brain I dedicate to house duties go "ALERT ALERT ALERT PAY ATTENTION BITCH ALERT ALERT ALERT" and now I'm like a cleaning machine.

Please note, I'm not pointing fingers here.  Mrs. NFB and myself have both missed our turns when our turns came late in the week.  Somewhere around Wednesday it all breaks down and we just sort of forget to wash the dishes.  So by the weekend it's a huge mess.  We're still trying to determine which other family is sneaking in and doing their cooking and baking in our house while we're not home.  There's no possible way two people use that many dishes in a week.

But I washed dishes Sunday night.  And last night, right after supper, I sat down to wash again.  Mrs. NFB looked at me the entire time like I'd lost my fucking mind.  Well, some weird combination of that and an FML that would put most porn stars to shame.  But hey, who has time for that when there's dishes to clean, damn it?  Oh, that's right, I do.

Strange how that worked out.

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Many moons ago I went grocery shopping.  Upon arrival at the store, there was a new feature inside the door.  A water feature, a small indoor tub pond with a little water fall.  The coolest part of that little pond was the steam machines with lights against them.  Tiny little steam machines all along the perimeter of the pond, putting out a cool steam that hugged the ground and created an eerie effect only enhanced by the strange red and orange lights reflected off of it.

I searched for these little steamers, thinking they would make terrific effects for my photography experiments.  I never found them.  The store didn't sell them.  The pond was set up to sell flowers.  (?????)  The steamers were something someone had brought from home and took back home once the pond was tore down.  The manager was unable to get me in touch with the person who brought them.  And before I became known as "that crazy fucker who keeps asking about the steam," I stopped asking.

Fast-forward many months and I'm looking through some vivarium/terrarium/paladarium/how-many-fucking-names-do-these-things-needarium threads on an aquarium message board and see something about cold steamers some people use to provide a soft, refreshing mist to their plants and small animals.  And there, right before me, is exactly what I had been searching for way back once upon a time.

Ultra-sonic misters is what I was looking for, only I hadn't known that's what they were.  No heat, so the steam doesn't rise and dissipate the way normal steam does.  All you have to do is keep the mister submerged and booyah, instant steamy ground effects.

I am greatly amused.  My evil plans come together, despite my best efforts to ignore them.

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Work, I'm trying to get a search engine working correctly with our internal web site.  Oh, it works fine.  But, by default, all the icons are mislinked, and the formatting is horrendous.  So, I'm trying to figure out how to format it to fit in with our current look and failing hard.  The submission form was easy enough, but the results page seems to have about twenty possible sources on-system, and none of them actually seem to have any effect on what the actual search results look like.

I'll solve it, one way or another.

Zipster and BB get to go have some bonding time today.  They're road-tripping to pick up equipment from one of the design girls that works out of the home.  Ever seen Head Office?  "Beware the furniture movers; they're the first to know."  Yeah, Zippy and BB are the furniture movers today.  Sounds like a good time just waiting to happen.

Here's to hoping if someone gets a nut shot for being there it ends up being Zippy.

Enough for today.  Later.