I think this was one of the best things I have done in 2010.
My old phone didn't have a SIM card so I lost all my contacts and I need them back. So if you want to be on my phone, text me.
Cool.
So I bought an iPhone 4. Yay 2010.
Dec 23, 2010
Smrtphone
I think this was one of the best things I have done in 2010.
My old phone didn't have a SIM card so I lost all my contacts and I need them back. So if you want to be on my phone, text me.
Cool.
Dec 14, 2010
My Finger - Part 2
I can make a fist again! Ring is off, I just couldn't stand the discomfort anymore. Plus a fist is way cooler than that weird claw thing I had going on. I literally had to choose smaller logs when stacking the firewood due to its misshapen, purple, ridiculousness.
Upon arriving at work I said enough was enough and I called Appletree health thingy cause they have their wait times online! Barrhaven's wait time was 5 minutes... that's about 5 minutes too long for Kevin to spend at a hospital place. Plus Farhaven... le no.
You see, hospitals and Kevin don't get along. Those are very long, very terrible stories probably best kept untold or in the minds of people who were there. People who have brought me, visited me or stitched me up in the bathroom of the Royal Oak on Hunt Club in the ladies room with supplies 'borrowed' from CHEO after the blood port... so many scars...
Let's try to stay on topic here.
So I called Appletree and asked if they had the required tools to remove a steel ring from my swollen finger. The answer was no, but the lady, being ever so nice, tried to trick me into going so I could get an assessment. I mean she was really pushing for an assessment.
I totally refused all her advice and self-diagnosed myself. She really didn't like that. Come to think of it, the whole conversation was like one of those 911 tapes that would be real entertaining to hear afterwards.
Assessment. Pffft. Hello lady, this is real life. I used the powers of observation to conclude that A) my finger hurt B) it was swollen and C) there was a ring on there I needed to get cut off. No tools, no service.
One Google later and I could tell that Home Depot sold 24" bolt cutters for about $50 that should do the trick.
Now, cause I'm such a wiener, I wanted to give it another day or two after taking some anti-inflammatory drugs and then maybe I could just pull it off. Once this plan B came into play, Dr. Drew stepped in and drove my broken ass to Home Depot where surgery would be performed.
You see, Drew loves Home Depot. He also loves to buy tools. Since I needed to get the bolt cutters, this meant I had a tool that Drew didn't so I would obviously win. Ya, we're weird like that.
But there must have been another reason he took me. For some reason, I just couldn't get the axe man scene from Four Rooms out of my head:
(I've only ruined 1/4 rooms...)
Soooo, here we go, documented of course!
And what would this be without a video?
Upon arriving at work I said enough was enough and I called Appletree health thingy cause they have their wait times online! Barrhaven's wait time was 5 minutes... that's about 5 minutes too long for Kevin to spend at a hospital place. Plus Farhaven... le no.
You see, hospitals and Kevin don't get along. Those are very long, very terrible stories probably best kept untold or in the minds of people who were there. People who have brought me, visited me or stitched me up in the bathroom of the Royal Oak on Hunt Club in the ladies room with supplies 'borrowed' from CHEO after the blood port... so many scars...
Let's try to stay on topic here.
So I called Appletree and asked if they had the required tools to remove a steel ring from my swollen finger. The answer was no, but the lady, being ever so nice, tried to trick me into going so I could get an assessment. I mean she was really pushing for an assessment.
I totally refused all her advice and self-diagnosed myself. She really didn't like that. Come to think of it, the whole conversation was like one of those 911 tapes that would be real entertaining to hear afterwards.
Assessment. Pffft. Hello lady, this is real life. I used the powers of observation to conclude that A) my finger hurt B) it was swollen and C) there was a ring on there I needed to get cut off. No tools, no service.
One Google later and I could tell that Home Depot sold 24" bolt cutters for about $50 that should do the trick.
Now, cause I'm such a wiener, I wanted to give it another day or two after taking some anti-inflammatory drugs and then maybe I could just pull it off. Once this plan B came into play, Dr. Drew stepped in and drove my broken ass to Home Depot where surgery would be performed.
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| AKA, doctor's office |
You see, Drew loves Home Depot. He also loves to buy tools. Since I needed to get the bolt cutters, this meant I had a tool that Drew didn't so I would obviously win. Ya, we're weird like that.
But there must have been another reason he took me. For some reason, I just couldn't get the axe man scene from Four Rooms out of my head:
(I've only ruined 1/4 rooms...)
Soooo, here we go, documented of course!
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| Cut one |
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| I have worn this ring everyday since the day I got it. Never have I gone 24 hours without it. Now that is good ring tan! |
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This shows the swelling compared to the size of said ring. Ya, even after 100 Aleve it wasn't going anywhere. |
And what would this be without a video?
Hi mom! This one really isn't that gross so go ahead and watch it. No panicking phone calls please. Ah the interwebs.
Dec 11, 2010
My Finger
So while I was in Boston, Jay and I were playing catch in the field before the game.
We were not that good.
So then we decided that we were tired and we started to drink more.
Then we decided to play more and this awesomeness happened!
Before too long at dusk, we decided to throw the ball around a bit more cause, well, we were pretty pumped for the game.
Alas! One throw I ended up losing the ball in the trees/darkness and the ball hit the tip of my finger. It fucking hurt. But I was ok cause I was drinking and the awesomeness of Monday night football and Fuck the Jets was too much to be overcome by physical pain.
So we went to the stadium and watched what was for us, the best game of football I have ever seen in a 45-3 trouncing of my least respected team, Fuck the Jets.
The very next day I woke up and WTF, my hand was a blaze!
I could move it, it didn't hurt to touch; So I was all good.
But Wednesday it hurt. Thursday it hurt. Fuck, right at this very moment it hurts. Especially since I am stacking 4 cords of wood with a broken hand. I sucks big time. Like a lot.
So now here we are at the point of this story.
I am more convinced than ever to cut off my iron ring which just happens to be on this busted finger. The swelling is; I've just had enough of this shit.
THE DILEMMA!
This is not my iron ring. You see, Dave was talking to me one fine driveway Sunday afternoon about this thing he did where he swapped rings with this chick (Socks lesbian engineering friend). They had the same size, she is crazy, he likes girls... So that was that and there we were.
Well, it just happens that Dave and I have the same ring size. I know I know, 6th gayest thing.
So we swapped and that was that. So my mission was now to swap rings back with her and end this circle jerk of jewelry.
Oh ya... I've only met this girl once. I was at this epic house party in the summer where my friends started throwing lit 2 foot sparklers into the 100 ft pine trees in their back yard. I remember now... that night fully ended with inappropriateness so I was told.
So it's my finger and her ring. I love my ring; it's one of my favorite things.
I also love my finger.
So if I cut off her ring, will I be be destroying one of her favorite things? Chances are: Not. And if the fucking ring doesn't come off; my finger just might.
In the end, I really don't want to have the hassle of getting a new ring if I kill this one. So guess I'll just wait and see if the swelling goes down.
Plus my uncle and cousin showed up and helped me stack the rest of the wood. Win.
We were not that good.
Then we decided to play more and this awesomeness happened!
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| Linked to the NECN where we were seen on tv! |
Before too long at dusk, we decided to throw the ball around a bit more cause, well, we were pretty pumped for the game.
Alas! One throw I ended up losing the ball in the trees/darkness and the ball hit the tip of my finger. It fucking hurt. But I was ok cause I was drinking and the awesomeness of Monday night football and Fuck the Jets was too much to be overcome by physical pain.
So we went to the stadium and watched what was for us, the best game of football I have ever seen in a 45-3 trouncing of my least respected team, Fuck the Jets.
The very next day I woke up and WTF, my hand was a blaze!
I could move it, it didn't hurt to touch; So I was all good.
But Wednesday it hurt. Thursday it hurt. Fuck, right at this very moment it hurts. Especially since I am stacking 4 cords of wood with a broken hand. I sucks big time. Like a lot.
So now here we are at the point of this story.
I am more convinced than ever to cut off my iron ring which just happens to be on this busted finger. The swelling is; I've just had enough of this shit.
THE DILEMMA!
This is not my iron ring. You see, Dave was talking to me one fine driveway Sunday afternoon about this thing he did where he swapped rings with this chick (Socks lesbian engineering friend). They had the same size, she is crazy, he likes girls... So that was that and there we were.
Well, it just happens that Dave and I have the same ring size. I know I know, 6th gayest thing.
So we swapped and that was that. So my mission was now to swap rings back with her and end this circle jerk of jewelry.
Oh ya... I've only met this girl once. I was at this epic house party in the summer where my friends started throwing lit 2 foot sparklers into the 100 ft pine trees in their back yard. I remember now... that night fully ended with inappropriateness so I was told.
So it's my finger and her ring. I love my ring; it's one of my favorite things.
I also love my finger.
So if I cut off her ring, will I be be destroying one of her favorite things? Chances are: Not. And if the fucking ring doesn't come off; my finger just might.
In the end, I really don't want to have the hassle of getting a new ring if I kill this one. So guess I'll just wait and see if the swelling goes down.
Plus my uncle and cousin showed up and helped me stack the rest of the wood. Win.
Dec 3, 2010
I Guess More Stickys Not That Bad
This years stache in light of Mustache For Kids was the best I've ever grown. You should have heard all the non-insults about halfway through. Ya, this year my stache respect was in high gear. People now know.
Alas it is December and the growing season is at its end. Friday is the Umteenth Mustache For Kids Stache Bash hosted downtown at Hooley's. There are bound to be 50 or so grown men in full facial bloom; a thing of beauty I might add. I would go to there if I were you.
It is the final checkpoint in the competition where the growers dress up to accentuate their mustaches. Common characters at this event are state troopers, Mario and Luigi, "The 70's" and pilots. This year I'm sure there will be several new costumes, unorthodox costumes that will bring smiles to the faces of many greasy men. I liked my costume last year; David Bowie from the movie Labyrinth if he had a mustache.
Sadly, I will be not in attendance this year for I will be travelling to America. Yes, I am going to the land of the cheap booze, nacho cheese and heavenly NFL for what was deemed the Most Coveted, Expensive Seats This Season.
That aside, I needed to find a way to be in attendance for the finale. What could I do... right! Wax my stache and find a way to present it to the winner of the Kevin Janok Worst Mustache Award. I was the first recipient of such award back '08.
So, I put my money where my upper lip was and bought some Veet facial wax strips. Here's what happened. Enjoy.
Anyways, I then proceeded to make Shart (shitty art) with the pieces of dead cells which came from my face. Le sigh. This is what I had to work with:
A trip to Shoppers and 10 mins later, this. To the winner of the 2010 Kevin Janok Worst Mustache Award, I salute you.
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| In the end, it was annoying |
Alas it is December and the growing season is at its end. Friday is the Umteenth Mustache For Kids Stache Bash hosted downtown at Hooley's. There are bound to be 50 or so grown men in full facial bloom; a thing of beauty I might add. I would go to there if I were you.
It is the final checkpoint in the competition where the growers dress up to accentuate their mustaches. Common characters at this event are state troopers, Mario and Luigi, "The 70's" and pilots. This year I'm sure there will be several new costumes, unorthodox costumes that will bring smiles to the faces of many greasy men. I liked my costume last year; David Bowie from the movie Labyrinth if he had a mustache.
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| It was glorious http://lechampiondumonde.com/parties/stache-bash-20091204/ |
Sadly, I will be not in attendance this year for I will be travelling to America. Yes, I am going to the land of the cheap booze, nacho cheese and heavenly NFL for what was deemed the Most Coveted, Expensive Seats This Season.
That aside, I needed to find a way to be in attendance for the finale. What could I do... right! Wax my stache and find a way to present it to the winner of the Kevin Janok Worst Mustache Award. I was the first recipient of such award back '08.
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| Kid Rock and ya don't stop! http://lechampiondumonde.com/parties/mustaches-for-kids-2008/ |
So, I put my money where my upper lip was and bought some Veet facial wax strips. Here's what happened. Enjoy.
A trip to Shoppers and 10 mins later, this. To the winner of the 2010 Kevin Janok Worst Mustache Award, I salute you.
Cheers,
Kevin Janok
Nov 28, 2010
the hipster
By now everyone should have heard of the term hipster. The term has been revived as of late depicting a crowd of older teens to twenty somethings that have interests in non-mainstream fashion, organic locally grown foods and indie rock/film. Their general unkept appearence and "don't care" attitude make them easy targets for the rest of society since they are quite different and often referred to as punks, homos, hippies and other negative slang. To conform to the hipster mold, I refer you to the following:
Normally you can find these clothes in thrift stores, posh little shops or on park benches once the hobos fall asleep. Urban Outfitters and American Apparel seemed to fuel the hipster rebirth with their cheap hoodies, plaid tightness, t-shirts and ladies jeans. This revolution seems to be short lived as AA has debt issues, sales declines and general unpopularity with consumers in the respective demographic. In today's day and age, if you wear tight plaid and plastic shades, does that make you a hipster?
I was recently told of my hipster affiliations which caught me completly off guard. In my mind I am not the "iconic hipster" that everyone relates to:
I have to admit there are some simalarities with what I wear and how I act to that of the hipster; but I am not
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by any means.
Ok, so it's a fact that I've been wearing a lot of the same clothes since high school and most of those shirts were my dad's when he was twenty something. Over that many years my overall style has not changed; I like snappy shirts, button-up shirts, plaid, stripes, whatever.
I drink cheap beer whenever I can which makes sense cause that way I can buy more! I already have the same music/film tastes. I am not overly concerned with my hair or Sidney Crosby stubble cause 99% of the time I can't see my own head. If I look scruffy I usually get "when was the last time you shaved, a month ago?" Bottom line is, I'm me. Overall, I'm not the most balanced individual, most of you would agree...
Ok Go came to town for what was a hipsterday parade the other week and I totally wanted to match the other hardcore hipsters.
So after this idea is implanted in my brain, real life kicks in and I find myself in Vancouver for a stretch; a perfect oppertunity to gather core hipster wear. What better time to try on a new skin that when you are in a foreign place...?
I traveled across the country with nothing. This meant that I would be forced to wear my skinny jeans while hanging out with my friends for Wu-tangsgiving; ya, thing is, I'm also gangsta.
Once I had acquired said items, I immediately put them on. Let Operation hardcore hipster begin. I did all the stuff that I would normally do over the next couple days, just more hipsterish than usual. Haha... hipster doing stuff... sorta an inherent contradiction.
Normally you can find these clothes in thrift stores, posh little shops or on park benches once the hobos fall asleep. Urban Outfitters and American Apparel seemed to fuel the hipster rebirth with their cheap hoodies, plaid tightness, t-shirts and ladies jeans. This revolution seems to be short lived as AA has debt issues, sales declines and general unpopularity with consumers in the respective demographic. In today's day and age, if you wear tight plaid and plastic shades, does that make you a hipster?
I was recently told of my hipster affiliations which caught me completly off guard. In my mind I am not the "iconic hipster" that everyone relates to:
I have to admit there are some simalarities with what I wear and how I act to that of the hipster; but I am not
TTTTTTTTTTTTT HHH HHH AAAAAAAAAAA TTTTTTTTTTTTT ^^
TTTTTTTTTTTTT HHH HHH AAAAAAAAAAA TTTTTTTTTTTTT ^^^^
TTTTTTTTTTTTT HHH HHH AAAAAAAAAAA TTTTTTTTTTTTT ^^^^^^
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Ok, so it's a fact that I've been wearing a lot of the same clothes since high school and most of those shirts were my dad's when he was twenty something. Over that many years my overall style has not changed; I like snappy shirts, button-up shirts, plaid, stripes, whatever.
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| Is it possible to transform into complete hardcore, full-on hipster with the inclusion of a few simple fashion items? |
I drink cheap beer whenever I can which makes sense cause that way I can buy more! I already have the same music/film tastes. I am not overly concerned with my hair or Sidney Crosby stubble cause 99% of the time I can't see my own head. If I look scruffy I usually get "when was the last time you shaved, a month ago?" Bottom line is, I'm me. Overall, I'm not the most balanced individual, most of you would agree...
Ok Go came to town for what was a hipsterday parade the other week and I totally wanted to match the other hardcore hipsters.
So after this idea is implanted in my brain, real life kicks in and I find myself in Vancouver for a stretch; a perfect oppertunity to gather core hipster wear. What better time to try on a new skin that when you are in a foreign place...?
I traveled across the country with nothing. This meant that I would be forced to wear my skinny jeans while hanging out with my friends for Wu-tangsgiving; ya, thing is, I'm also gangsta.
Once I had acquired said items, I immediately put them on. Let Operation hardcore hipster begin. I did all the stuff that I would normally do over the next couple days, just more hipsterish than usual. Haha... hipster doing stuff... sorta an inherent contradiction.
This trip was amazing but started out with a whole bunch of suck since my camera decided to break. Being an engineer, I felt that I had the ability to correct whatever was wrong with my camera, so I took my point and shoot apart. How hard can it be to fix a stuck lens? As the camera was effectively unusable. I figured that I couldn't break it any more; so I did just that.
Once I couldn't break it any further I gave up and brought the pieces to a camera place. Turns out there was a fucking sandworm in the gears.
Once I couldn't break it any further I gave up and brought the pieces to a camera place. Turns out there was a fucking sandworm in the gears.
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| Giving up on stuff, like taking apart a camera. Totally hipster. |
So ya, I took Frankensteined camera to get fixed fixed. In the meantime, I took my new toy out on an urban photo shoot of dreary downtown; like a hipster would.
I imagined that the people who were at work on this particular Friday thought nothing of this vagrant taking pictures who obviously doesn't have a job and spends his time documenting what it would be like to have a job. To be honest, dressing like this actually helped with this activity. I simply didn't care what others thought, all ambitions went away as I took shots where normally I would not have.
The primary reason for the trip out west was mountain biking. I got to ride down some sweet runs in completely different terrain than the last time I rode in Whistler. This time we convoyed up the mountain where I got to sit in the back of some sweet trucks!
Secondary reason for the trip was Wu-tangsgiving; A gangsta meal of ghetto proportions. We actually stayed in the nicest place ever and had a really awesome family dinner... but the 36 Chambers was a playin' and there were shirts. Now, how awesome is that?
The entire time that I was lounging on the Sunshine Coast my costume provided me with all sorts of benefits I needed to adapt with the climate. If it was cold outside, I just put on the warm flannel and felt insta-cottagey. The jeans were tight and black so in the sun my legs were always warm. The toque provided instant warmth and was small enough to pack in my riding bag so at the bottom of the hill I didn't have to freeze my ass off waiting for the truck to show. Seriously, hipster was the way to dress this time of year, talk about weather versatility!
So what's the problem with hipsters again? They wear comfy clothes, they drink inexpensive beer... ummm, they don't need to wash their hair because of their extensive toque collections.
So really, I think there is nothing wrong with being hipster. I'm hipster. My friends are hipster. That's right, chances are that if we hang out, you've got some in you.
Now lets all sit back and relish in more internet hipster research!
Local hipsters at work! I've been there and the place is awesome. Aunt Olives is awesome too. Go to here:
Based off a Death From Above 1979 album, this remix... and this dude who is absolutely hypnotic:
Lastly, I don't know where this is, but I want to go to there. Check out all the rad hipsters having fun in almost crawlspace sized rooms:
For more pics of this awesomeness, check out The Shop under Parts & Labour Facebook page (click any picture above to get there).
I imagined that the people who were at work on this particular Friday thought nothing of this vagrant taking pictures who obviously doesn't have a job and spends his time documenting what it would be like to have a job. To be honest, dressing like this actually helped with this activity. I simply didn't care what others thought, all ambitions went away as I took shots where normally I would not have.
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| What do you think, myspace profile worthy? |
Secondary reason for the trip was Wu-tangsgiving; A gangsta meal of ghetto proportions. We actually stayed in the nicest place ever and had a really awesome family dinner... but the 36 Chambers was a playin' and there were shirts. Now, how awesome is that?
The entire time that I was lounging on the Sunshine Coast my costume provided me with all sorts of benefits I needed to adapt with the climate. If it was cold outside, I just put on the warm flannel and felt insta-cottagey. The jeans were tight and black so in the sun my legs were always warm. The toque provided instant warmth and was small enough to pack in my riding bag so at the bottom of the hill I didn't have to freeze my ass off waiting for the truck to show. Seriously, hipster was the way to dress this time of year, talk about weather versatility!
So what's the problem with hipsters again? They wear comfy clothes, they drink inexpensive beer... ummm, they don't need to wash their hair because of their extensive toque collections.
So really, I think there is nothing wrong with being hipster. I'm hipster. My friends are hipster. That's right, chances are that if we hang out, you've got some in you.
Now lets all sit back and relish in more internet hipster research!
Local hipsters at work! I've been there and the place is awesome. Aunt Olives is awesome too. Go to here:
Based off a Death From Above 1979 album, this remix... and this dude who is absolutely hypnotic:
Lastly, I don't know where this is, but I want to go to there. Check out all the rad hipsters having fun in almost crawlspace sized rooms:
For more pics of this awesomeness, check out The Shop under Parts & Labour Facebook page (click any picture above to get there).
Nov 24, 2010
The Bathroom is Disgusting
***UPDATE - Jan.22 2010***
So it's been a while since we've visited the bathroom, let's see what's new!
So no doors yet... was I supposed to get on that? Meh. Now when going for a poop, you can rest your feet on plush new carpet as you gaze into Dave's bedroom!
Little face cloth holder, counter space, the general smell of clean... that's all new!
A towel rack, some art that isn't all butterflies, new tp holder.
CURVED SHOWER ROD and new curtain. If you have never used a shower that had one of these in it, you are doing it wrong. Run over to Home Outfitters RIGHT NOW and get one. DO IT!
The packaging said up to 20% more room and they weren't kidding!
So what happened to our friend little Mr.Garlic? Well he got all big and strong on one end; black and extra moldy on the other end. Alas, I had to throw this out. Every time I walked past the bathroom I could smell it, the scent was not being contained by the shower curtain anymore. When I say I have a green thumb, I mean it!
I guess next update should be when there's a door. I'm not ripping out fixtures just yet, I have way to many half done projects in other areas of the house.
Buuut, if there is anyone out there that would like to lend a reno hand... we should talk.
***Original Post***
There comes a point where you just realize that you need to clean. Wherever you may be, that time comes to us all and we just hunker down, bite the bullet and scrape and scrub. That moment of realization came to me last night as I just stood there, bewildered, looking at what has engulfed the bathroom. |
| The place where we clean ourselves is in my opinion, hazardous to our health. |
It is ALL bad.
First off, there's no door. It's the only room with a shower in the house where I live with two or three other people and there is. no. door.
When I did a major clean-up back in the summer, I removed all of the mouldings and doors in the upstairs and threw them out in a big ass dumpster. Back then I was living alone, so what did I care about having doors? I was sleeping in the dining room at the time so I guess it didn't seem as weird as it should have. Privacy is a state of mind really.
I'm sure I will remedy this... soon?
Secondly, there is a mouldly garlic clove in the shower that has been there for at least eight weeks. It has reached the point where it has started to sprout a green thing that could only be used for reproducing even more mouldy garlics.
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| Is a shower the perfect environment to grow plants? Time will tell. |
Diseases 1, delicious spices 0.
There came a point when I actually thought about throwing the thing out, but at that point it had already started to sprout. I was curious to see where this was going so I left it.
The tub is barely clean enough to stand and shower in, since your feet will inevitably touch the stained ring of doom on the tub floor. I have been washing the floors between sanding and the muck which is the mop water gets dumped into the tub. After about two rooms worth, the water becomes a murky cloud of brown disgusto filth which clings to the soap scum.
I am wondering if the diluted strength of over the counter bathroom cleaning products will be enough to battle this filth. In the words of one Rachel Wilson; bleach. I'm hoping that bleach will kill all the filth. My feet deserve better...no matter how gross they already are.
The toilet is the most disgusting thing ever, it's like Trainspotting toilet disgusting.
Since the upstairs bathroom has been mostly out of commission, this toilet doesn't get used that often. I guess having the lid down for months at a time has transformed the toilet into a mould growing pee-tree (sp?) dish. There is black on the toilet. Black. It takes a brave soul to simply lift the toilet seat up and gaze at the fun guy that resides inside. Bleach. Bleach or a new toilet, it's yellow after all and 1973 has come and gone.
The washroom also proves to be a great place to store tools and construction supplies it seems. The counter and floor are littered with everything imaginable from extension cords, painting supplies, hand tools, used sand paper, electrical supplies; basically everything and anything that doesn't belong in a bathroom is there. You see, I have the intention of having a workshop in the basement but until last night, it has been filled with all our stuff cause we are in a state of perpetual moving in-ness. Now that the basement is a bit cleaner I think I have enough space to actually put my tools away in their own individual "spot" so when I am looking for say, a caulking gun, it will be in the caulking gun spot and not on the upstairs bathroom counter.
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| Clean up your toys Kevin... |
Last, but not least, is the film that coats everything in the bathroom. It has probably been months of construction which has included drywall work, demolition and re-finishing the upstairs floors TWICE! This room is in serious need of a wipe down, but in order to do that, all the crap from inside needs to go.
Knowing myself, when I actually come around to cleaning the damn thing, I bet I'll start ripping out fixtures left right and center. Before I know it, I will have entered full on renovation mode where we will be sans shower for the course of a month leaving us with no where to get clean other than the wash tub in the laundry room (a la John Scroggie Saturday night)...
I wonder if I should just get a maid to come in and deal with this, because seriously, this is one project Kevin does not want to tackle.
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