Highly Amusing
or something

The Other Art the Plumber was supposed to come by this afternoon to look at the boiler. He's Level 2 on the Art-the-Plumber hierarchy, which seems to be like nesting dolls. I don't know if he did or not, but certainly there is still a complete lack of boiling in the boiler, and of course the hardly-any-hot-water continues, and a newly discovered woe - my oven is not behaving. Jessica's oven has not been behaving for weeks if not longer, however mine seemed fine to me.

I was attempting to cook something today, however, and the oven was barely warm, and after an hour or so at 400 degrees, supposedly, the outside of the oven door was completely cold, bwahahaha! I was wanting to make the world's tiniest roast beef with a doll's Yorkshire pudding, but one is not quite able to do that at 150 degrees haha!

I hardly eat meat at all, and I have to prod myself to eat red meat, which one really should do once in a while. If I were rich I'd just hire an almost-vegetarian cook and not worry about it, but it really takes some thought to be a vegetarian (which I know I won't do). It isn't that I don't like meat (a bit, anyway), it's just that I don't mind eating things that had a decent life and were killed decently, but most things weren't, and the idea of ingesting all that (fear, antibiotics, filth, hormones, cruelty, genetic modification) is too horrible. I'm not sure I'd be too happy with witchetty grubs, either, though.

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