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[crankylex]

So last night, as I'm settling in to watch Alias, ten minutes late already since Cold Case ran over, I realize that I have to switch loads. I wait for a commercial, then run downstairs to the washer.

Only to discover that the dryer has decided to stop, you know, drying.

Bastard!

So I come back upstairs and have this conversation with Jim.

"Babe, I think the dryer is broken. It's doing this thing where it's not actually drying or anything."

"I don't know anything about fixing dryers." (I don' know nuthin' about birthin' no babies, Miz Scarlett.)

::sigh::

So during the next commercial break, I went down to see if I could fix it. I yanked it away from the wall, fiddled with the ducting, made sure the vent was clear, and generally just shook the hell out of it.

And got it to heat.

Clearly I have another career to turn to if my current one doesn't pan out. I mean, sure, it's only drying like one item at a time, but it is drying.



Rebe said it best over here.

I'm pretty much apathetic to the whole thing. The "sizzling hot triangle" is making me yawn. Lauren freaks me out. I can't concentrate on anything but her eyebrows and her teeth when I see her.

I've never been a Sark fan, per se. I enjoy him for his dastardly British cockiness, but that's about it.

The only character I really loved isn't there (Irina, come baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack to me!) and Jack Bristow ("You fucked my daughter. Prepare to die.") IMing her or whatever just doesn't get it done for me.

Though I did catch Marshall's ass slap and nearly died of laughter.

And in speaking to msaramat last night, I am not alone in my apathy. She's with me. She's also having dryer problems.

Coincidence? I think not.



I have to actually do things now.

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.