name change and other stinky issues

Changing my name to Blah, Blah DIY Blah.

Have stopped apologizing for the narrow topic interest. Just stopped talking about it. Mostly. Haven't stopped writing about it (obviously) because you can always close the window without offending me. Unless I'm standing next to you...in which case, keep reading.

Did you know that replacing the anode rod in your water heater can be the solution to rotten-egg scented hot water? I didn't. I didn't even know the water heater was a boy. Now, I have another fun thing to add to the list: rod replacement. The ever-growing list.

I understand that the area around the toilet might smell like urine. I don't forgive it, I just understand. When you're unpeeling 'n unsticking tile squares, you become acutely aware. But how come the tiles near the door of the bathroom smell like urine, too? That's not bad aim, that's incontinence.

In the Pollyanna version of this experience, I'm grateful it's only piss and not shit I'm smelling. Hallelujah.

Have discovered a new toxic waste removing product: Denatured Alcohol. Well, it's new to me, assholes. Anyway, it removed all this...grey tub cement residue and I've started calling it Good Natured Alcohol. But don't be fooled, this stuff has a furrowed-brow warning label, too.

metro update

Today's MetroRail ride was fairly uneventful. Three stops before I got back to my office, an older gentleman sat down next to me. Harmless enough until the air current shifted. I don't think I'm a fussy public transportation rider. I just prefer that when I get a whiff of the passenger next to me, the first thought that pops into my mind isn't "Is that smegma I smell?"