David Baxter PhD
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Steam Me Up Kid Blog
Friday, February 5, 2010
A man who drives a truck and fixes things arrives this morning to tinker with something. I don't remember what. A tank or a meter, or some other type of most boring word on the planet.
"You know where to go," I say with a wave toward the basement, where I've never been because nothing good has ever happened in a basement. Plus it's where all the boring things that I don't understand are stored.
Half an hour later he approaches me with some smug asshole blinky-light device. The Alex Trebek of poison gas detectors.
Man: Do you ever feel headachey when you wake up? Like a hangover?
Me: I knew it. This is my intervention, isn't it. Is Jeff here? Did I get Jeff?
Man: Do you feel sleepy alot?
Me: This is weird. It's like you know me.
Man: You know you have carbon monoxide coming through your vents at 25 parts per million?
Me: That's awesome! That's like, barely any parts!
Man: It's about half of what you'd find coming out of a tailpipe.
Me: Only half then? What are the side effects of that?
Man: Sleepiness and death.
Me: Huh. Well. This explains why I've gained so much weight this year.
Man: No it doesn't. It doesn't explain that at all.
Me: Or does it?
Man: No.
Me: *squinty eyes*
Man: Nope.
Me: *hopeful eyebrows*
Man: No.
Me: I've been breaking out on my forehead...
Man: No.
Me: My toes feel less bendy lately...
Man: No.
Me: Fine. Does it explain that gas smell down there?
Man: No, carbon monoxide is odorless. Wait. A gas smell?
Me: Yeah, like smoky gas. Mostly smoke, but I know there was gas too, because it made my tongue taste like perfume, so I closed the basement door and locked it. Cause petewy! I tell you what, it took about 15 York Peppermint Patties to wash that taste away!
Man: Well whatever that was seems to have resolved itself. The real problem is the lethal amounts of carbon monoxide.
Me: Okay. Can you fix it?
Man: Well, I turned the furnace off down there for now. Your [insert nonsense stuff I don't understand] hasn't been replaced since 1986. And your [award for boringest words ever] looks like it's original to the house. You have [yawn] leaking down through your [I wonder if there are any more peppermint patties?] and causing [oh my god, my dog looks so cute right now] to rust. It's pretty serious.
Me: Okay. So, how long until I can flush the toilet?
Man: I turned off the furnace. That's all. Not the water.
Me: So, no hot showers for....
Man: Just the furnace. The hot water is fine.
Me: So the Internet...?
Man: Still works.
Me: Can I still send texts from my phone?
Man: Yes.
Me: And the milk will stay good for how long if I don't open the fridge?
Man: I don't think you understand.
Me: It's just so boring, what you're saying. It's hard to even focus. Could you just summarize it? Or write it on this post-it and I'll read it later?
Man: Listen...I. turned. off. your. furnace. so. that. the. carbon. monox....
Me: Oh my God you're killing me right now. I think I just fell asleep and had a dream in the middle of that sentence. Don't say "furnace" ever again. So boring.
Man: Don't use the heat. No more hot air. Look at me. It's simple. No. More. Hot. Air.
Me: UGGHH SO BORING MY BRAIN HURTS.
Man: Just say it.
Me: Nah. Mah. Hah. Ah. *falls asleep*
Man: You can do this. Focus.
Me: Fine. No More Hot Air. NMHA. I'll remember it that way. It's a mnemonic device. NMHA stands for: No Man Has Apples. or Nancy Makes Hot Appetizers. Or None More Heat Air.
Man: Or, No More Hot Air.
Me: Hey! That's catchy! I'll remember that!
Man: You're really lucky we caught this leak.
Me: See, this is why I don't go down in the basement. Nothing good ever came from poking around down there.
Man: Besides detecting carbon monoxide and possibly saving your life? You know, carbon monoxide sinks to the ground, where your dogs sleep. Have your dogs been listless?
Me: Um...let me think.
Me: Maybe a little. It's hard to say, really.
Me: I suppose it's possible, now that you mention it.
Me: I cremated one last month. I wonder...
Me: *thinky face*
Me: I'm pretty sure she was dead.
Me: ...
Me: Pretty sure.
Steam Me Up Kid Blog
Friday, February 5, 2010
A man who drives a truck and fixes things arrives this morning to tinker with something. I don't remember what. A tank or a meter, or some other type of most boring word on the planet.
"You know where to go," I say with a wave toward the basement, where I've never been because nothing good has ever happened in a basement. Plus it's where all the boring things that I don't understand are stored.
Half an hour later he approaches me with some smug asshole blinky-light device. The Alex Trebek of poison gas detectors.
Man: Do you ever feel headachey when you wake up? Like a hangover?
Me: I knew it. This is my intervention, isn't it. Is Jeff here? Did I get Jeff?
Man: Do you feel sleepy alot?
Me: This is weird. It's like you know me.
Man: You know you have carbon monoxide coming through your vents at 25 parts per million?
Me: That's awesome! That's like, barely any parts!
Man: It's about half of what you'd find coming out of a tailpipe.
Me: Only half then? What are the side effects of that?
Man: Sleepiness and death.
Me: Huh. Well. This explains why I've gained so much weight this year.
Man: No it doesn't. It doesn't explain that at all.
Me: Or does it?
Man: No.
Me: *squinty eyes*
Man: Nope.
Me: *hopeful eyebrows*
Man: No.
Me: I've been breaking out on my forehead...
Man: No.
Me: My toes feel less bendy lately...
Man: No.
Me: Fine. Does it explain that gas smell down there?
Man: No, carbon monoxide is odorless. Wait. A gas smell?
Me: Yeah, like smoky gas. Mostly smoke, but I know there was gas too, because it made my tongue taste like perfume, so I closed the basement door and locked it. Cause petewy! I tell you what, it took about 15 York Peppermint Patties to wash that taste away!
Man: Well whatever that was seems to have resolved itself. The real problem is the lethal amounts of carbon monoxide.
Me: Okay. Can you fix it?
Man: Well, I turned the furnace off down there for now. Your [insert nonsense stuff I don't understand] hasn't been replaced since 1986. And your [award for boringest words ever] looks like it's original to the house. You have [yawn] leaking down through your [I wonder if there are any more peppermint patties?] and causing [oh my god, my dog looks so cute right now] to rust. It's pretty serious.
Me: Okay. So, how long until I can flush the toilet?
Man: I turned off the furnace. That's all. Not the water.
Me: So, no hot showers for....
Man: Just the furnace. The hot water is fine.
Me: So the Internet...?
Man: Still works.
Me: Can I still send texts from my phone?
Man: Yes.
Me: And the milk will stay good for how long if I don't open the fridge?
Man: I don't think you understand.
Me: It's just so boring, what you're saying. It's hard to even focus. Could you just summarize it? Or write it on this post-it and I'll read it later?
Man: Listen...I. turned. off. your. furnace. so. that. the. carbon. monox....
Me: Oh my God you're killing me right now. I think I just fell asleep and had a dream in the middle of that sentence. Don't say "furnace" ever again. So boring.
Man: Don't use the heat. No more hot air. Look at me. It's simple. No. More. Hot. Air.
Me: UGGHH SO BORING MY BRAIN HURTS.
Man: Just say it.
Me: Nah. Mah. Hah. Ah. *falls asleep*
Man: You can do this. Focus.
Me: Fine. No More Hot Air. NMHA. I'll remember it that way. It's a mnemonic device. NMHA stands for: No Man Has Apples. or Nancy Makes Hot Appetizers. Or None More Heat Air.
Man: Or, No More Hot Air.
Me: Hey! That's catchy! I'll remember that!
Man: You're really lucky we caught this leak.
Me: See, this is why I don't go down in the basement. Nothing good ever came from poking around down there.
Man: Besides detecting carbon monoxide and possibly saving your life? You know, carbon monoxide sinks to the ground, where your dogs sleep. Have your dogs been listless?
Me: Um...let me think.
Me: Maybe a little. It's hard to say, really.
Me: I suppose it's possible, now that you mention it.
Me: I cremated one last month. I wonder...
Me: *thinky face*
Me: I'm pretty sure she was dead.
Me: ...
Me: Pretty sure.
