Operation Dekruft

Let that be a lesson: Don't send a bacterium to do a biped's job.

-- Alton Brown, "Pickles"


I'm always glad when I remember to watch Good Eats.


Speaking of single-celled organisms, much of my not-online time the last several days has been spent scrubbing algae and leaf stains and miscellaneous kruft from the bricks & cement of my porch and driveway. Before that, I was wielding the electric hedge trimmer for another good workout. More of a workout than I get sitting on my ass staring at the computer. Just another step in the larger project of de-krufting the house after a couple of years of Not Being Here while we had to live in the UK. At least the fleas seem to be gone now, thanks to much toil and vigilance on my part. Waving around a 10-lb weight at arm's length for a solid hour felt good (in that relativistic "healthy" sort of way), but tasks like these are not going to improve my chronic problem with bra straps and backpack/purse straps.