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boiling blood and feces.

04.09.02 - 4:56 p.m.

The last thing that a house with three young ladies on their menstral cycles needs is clogged plumbing.

We've had a bit of a problem, these past couple of days. I warn you, this is going to be a very disgusting entry.

Therefore I will, for Brent's edification, remark that I applied to World Market and Barnes and Noble this weekend. The latter has a job opening for a lead bookseller. I think It's full time, and I am praying fervently.

Oh and I have to go to the ESC on the 18th to 'discuss my job search'. Yucka.

back to the shit. Ahem.

Last night included quite the adventure, as we sallied off to Walmart to get a plumber's snake. In case you don't know what this is, oh best beloved, it is a length of steel cord, wide at one end, in a little plastic spool with a handle on the other. You feed it down the commode until you encounter a block, lock it in place with the little plastic clamp bit, and turn. Hopefully, to wedge the lodged matter free.

This worked in Fox and my bathroom, but not in Silvara's. The theory is that the little plastic bottle-thing, which had previously contained cleaner and had hung on the inside of the toilet bowl-- you know how they do? Had slipped in and gotten flushed accidentally.

Oops.

Well, to make matters worse, the first thing we tend to do when we encounter a clog in our pipes is boil some water and pour it down the commode, then flush. This has worked remarkably well in the past, so much so that we've not had to plunge, overmuch.

Unfortunately, the combination of liquid and matter in ours was of such a nature that the addition of the boiling water, while it helped some small amount, also produced an odor that may be loosely described as fatal. We burned incence (burning got rid of the gas-smell, anyway), and prayed. Fox then went to work in a dreadful hurry, so she could go to the bathroom in relative sanity-- and relatively sanitarily.

We managed to get rid, thanks to the snake and some elbow grease (not to mention strong stomachs) of the mess in both commodes, and restore our toilet at least to some functionability. Sil's, however, still refused to flush properly, although the water was clear.

In the end, we put in a call to the realtor, which I forgot to do in the mad cleaning frenzy that consumed me that evening, and right now there are two nice mexican matinence men downstairs doing rude things to her toilet.

By the way, the DVD of 'Wilde', is absolutely fabulous, and I highly reccomend you rent it. Mostly because darling Stephen Fry gets to kiss Iaon Gryffod (who plays John-- read Dorian-- Gray) , Jude Law, and another cute boy who's name I don't remember. But in the commentary track, the writer refers to Iaon's most well-known television role as 'Fellatio Hornblower'.

giggle. Back to working on a new graphic for the deadnazi.net now.

And to light some more incense.

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