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Ok so yesterday morning before heading up to elo_sf's for a lovely July 4th get together I noticed some broken thick glass on my kitchen floor. Not much, just a few pieces, it was weird but not alarming so I cleaned it up and didn't think much of it. This morning before heading out the door I bent down to pick something up and my eye was caught by some cracks in the glass on my oven door. Deeply puzzled I opened the door and the glass from the window fell in a million pieces at my feet.

Now I'd used the oven briefly on Monday evening to heat up some pastries and had no problems, noticed nothing odd, nor had I kicked the door closed or even laid anything hot on it. And the inner glass on the door is fine. Tuesday, no problems and I didn't use it. Wednesday as soon as I got up it had shattered. There was nothing that could've bumped up against it, I only have a Swiffer floor mop and it was sitting at an angle that couldn't possibly have fallen over and hit it and of course it was upright that morning. Just me and the cats in the apartment at the time.

I have absolutely no idea what happened so I went looking around on Google and discovered that this seems to be a pretty common occurrence, oddly enough. I've never even heard of such a thing, and the oven was brand new when I moved into the apartment so it's only like 7 months old at this point. Fortunately I got a hold of the manager and she was really cool about it. They're sending someone over to take a look and hopefully replace the door. It's just so...weird.

On a positive note someone is stopping by tonight to maybe take the tv stand off my hands and if she doesn't I have another prospective taker I can contact. Also you know how I said one of the brackets had gone missing from my new tv stand and I'd had to jury rig a replacement? Well I happened to be digging through my crochet bag yesterday and found it in there. How it got in there I have absolutely no idea, especially given the placement of the bag and how it was carried into the living room. cyranocyrano if you have any ideas I'd love to hear them. In any case I put it on last night so my tv stand is now complete, yay!

OotP sneak peek on ABC site

Check out a new longer trailer for OotP on the ABC site, there's a couple of new shots in there, one from the outside of Azkaban that's pretty cool and a nice couple of Bellatrix that had me ooh-in and aah-ing. I may hook up the computer to the tv tonight and watch this on the bigger screen so I can catch all the details.

-the hell...

Over at Sadly, No! czrpb gives us the perfect "shorter" version of Doug "Heterosexual" Giles' latest screed:

Ya know - I am a minister: Kinda like a cross between Reverend Shaw Moore and Lord John Whorfin; catch my drift Peach?

What's Giles on about? His rules for dating his daughters. Allow me to quote one or two:

6. Thou shall know that our family is old school. Do not even think about approaching me with liberal, hippy, agnostic, atheistic, anti-American or tree humping bull crap. I was raised by country-loving, God-fearing, hard-working, meat-eating, good ole’ Texan parents, and I have zero tolerance for what your long-toothed, rather mannish lesbian sociology teacher at Columbia U programmed you with—you dig?

And how about:

7. Thou shall know that I like cool and expensive gifts and you shall provide unto me this bounty, if you’re smart … For example; I like high quality cigars (nothing below a 90), Johnnie Walker Blue Label, Chimay Grand Reserve, books on hunting Africa and old British double rifles. I also like original art work, R&B and classic rock compilations, collecting skulls, hunting and big game fishing trips, antique Christian and Classic books, custom choppers and early twentieth century African safari memorabilia.

Hey, what's a little prostitution between guys? One wonders what sexual favors with Doug's daughters a custom chopper would purchase for an interested young man. But here's another:

10. Thou shall do these three things: 1) Look good. Do not come into my house with earrings, a grill, or over sized pants with your butt cleavage hanging out. 2) Read. If I have to talk to you, you had better know as much about as many things as possible. 3) Serve. I’m looking for a sacrificial dude who doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty in helping around the house, in our community, in our nation and with our wonderful world. If you, young man, obey all the words written here, then and only then will you have a chance with my babies. Now, go get me a beer.

Uh...huh. Read the whole thing if you want a truly Freudian glimpse into the uber masculine mind of the modern wingnut. Or just check out one commenter's addition to Mr. Giles' list:

Jake H. said:

11. Don’t be stingy with the head, junior. If you’re going to take up space in this house, you’re going to leave with the tile pattern from my bathroom floor imprinted on your hairless little kneecaps, hot shot. That’s right, this prospective pops-in-law expects BJs while on the can. All the Johnny Walker Blue loosens up the bowels, too, so be ready to follow me down the hall every time I stand up and grab one of my dog-eared Left Behind paperbacks. And I don’t mean faggoty, gentle-lipped head like you gave your bunkmate at your kiked-up sleepaway camp. My old life as a dope-dealing felon left me with a taste for prison-style head–lots of teeth and hate. If you can treat three inches of God’s finest properly, and if you swallow my fetid load without gagging, I might let you use more than one square of toilet-paper to clean off my asshole.