Ideas for getting people to put their dishes in the dishwasher

It's been a while. My break from blogging was partially because I've been writing other things. Also my job got much more demanding. But primarily it was because I have been putting embarrassing amounts of work into creating gifs for my Tumblr because I find it very cathartic.

Hm. The front-facing view of my Tumblr doesn't look very pretty. I'll get on that.

...I probably won't get on that.

But anyway. I'm writing here because some things don't lend themselves to 140 character quips and an adorable gif of Martin Freeman.

Although frankly it never hurts.

All Martin Freemans aside, the reason why I'm writing today is very simple: I would like to give people an alternative to leaving passive aggressive notes in a shared space. There is no way to leave a note in a shared space and come out of the experience looking like the bigger person.

And there's no way to say anything about the problem without using lines like:

"YOUR MOTHER DOESN'T LIVE HERE."
or
"Oh, I guess the magical elves that clean out the drain are on vacation, KYLE."

We're better than this. We're better than these clichéd lines. So let me offer a few alternatives that I came up with while I was staring at a pile of dishes in the break room. I call it:

How to avoid leaving passive aggressive notes at a shared sink when there's a dishwasher just a foot away, Kyle. JESUS, Get it together.

1. Construct a crow's nest in the kitchen. Then set up camp. When someone puts a dish into the sink, put a comically large telescope up to your eye and scream "I SEE WHAT YOU'RE DOING, DENNIS. WHY DON'T YOU CLEAN THAT DISH?"

2. Tape a picture of a disapproving Mr. Rogers above the sink. Draw a word bubble near his mouth that says, "I taught you better than this."

3. Rig your dishwasher so a heavenly light streams out of it and people are so curious that they open up the dishwasher and think, "meh, while I'm here I might as well put my dish away."

4. Hide in the cabinet under the kitchen sink. When someone puts a plate in the sink, grab their ankles and scream, "HOW DARE YOU?"

5. Install metal spikes along the bottom of the sink that will shatter anything that is rested upon them.

6. Use weight sensors so that every time someone puts anything into the sink, this line from the Steel Magnolias funeral scene plays:

7. Right after someone leaves a dish in the sink, walk over to them and tell them that it's a magic sink. This sink is going to force them to Benjamin Button themselves. And unless they move the dish to the dishwasher, they will end up meeting Jaden Smith in the middle.

8. Release snakes into the drain.

9. Create a life-sized papier-mâché version of the sink. The sink will collapse under the weight of any dish. It will also be useless as a sink because it will become paper mush when it comes in contact with water. These are the sacrifices we make.

10. This one will take a little forethought. Not like the one where you have to construct a pirate ship crow's nest.

Hang up a mirror behind the sink. Allow the dish-leaver (Let's call her Edna) to get accustomed to the mirror. Next, find Edna's doppelganger. Remove the mirror and have Edna's doppelganger stand where the mirror used to be and copy Edna's actions. Then when Edna puts a dish in the sink have the doppelganger break character and whisper, "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Edna."

*Cue Twilight Zone Music*

Fade to black

Scene.

Can I be Frank? A Memoir.

Remember that time that I said my autobiography would be my face turning into Frank Oz's face and the title would be "Can I be Frank?"

DO YOU?

 

No regrets. 

This will cheer you up.

Been feeling that end-of-summer slump lately? Or did you just click here so that you could take a break from reading tweets about how the pumpkin spice latte is back at Starbucks?

Either way, welcome.

Actually, no. If you're one of those pumpkin spice latte types, I must ask you to leave. This is a salted caramel latte blog. Always has been, always will be.

Now that we're alone, my caramel-loving compadres, I'd like a share with you a little list of things that make me happy. In the hopes that they'll keep you going through the cold, dark months ahead.

1. Remembering that Kermit the Frog rides a bike, sometimes.

2. The face that Jim Broadbent made as Professor Slughorn.

3. Amy Poehler's impression of Tim Gunn

4. Amy Poehler's Cockney accent

5. Amy Poehler.

6. Baby overalls

Babies in overalls are cute as crap. Lately I've been on the prowl for overalls because my sister is about to have a baby and this is my moment, dammit. But it appears that baby overalls, like baby bonnets, have fallen out of fashion.

Frankly, I find this lack of overalls disturbing. (So does Darth Vader, amiright?) I'm of the opinion that a baby should have overalls for all occasions.

Side note: "Overalls for All Occasions" would be a good way to describe my wardrobe choices from ages 5-8. Osh Kosh B'Gosh made good money on my childhood.

7. Chummy from "Call The Midwife"

Run, don't walk to your nearest Netflix and start watching "Call The Midwife." Especially if you like Downton Abbey. It's Downton Abbey with babies. I don't think I need to go on.

8. Velvety blankets that are always the second layer of bedding at a hotel

You know which blanket I'm talking about. It's not the disgusting lumpy upper comforter. It's not the ratty bed runner that runs along the foot of the bed. It's not the thin, white, almost-blanket that covers the actual sheet. It's the sweet, sweet, blanket in the middle.

And it's always forest green. Regardless of hotel color schemes.

9. Ralph Wiggum

10. Garfield Minus Garfield

Garfield Minus Garfield is essentially a blog that erases Garfield from every comic and leaves you with a bleak look into what Jon Arbuckle's life would look like without Garfield.

When I was about 12 I saved up my summer reading points and got a three-pack of Garfield comic books all squished into one mega-book. After dropping said book in the bathtub, I lovingly dried it out on a towel rack. Then I continued reading that soggy, wrinkly mess for about 6 years.

So, yeah. I had a weird Garfield obsession for a while there. Trust me when I say that Jon Arbuckle is one of the saddest cartoon characters in existence. And it's hilarious.

11. Behind-The Scenes Harry Potter gifs

See? I'm feeling better already. I might even be ready to forgive the pumpkin spice latte drinkers.

Who's going to buy the gold iPhone 5S?

You may have heard a few things about the new iPhone 5S. Like that it's fingerprint sensor is cat paw sensitive. That the Parallax effect of the background might make you feel like you’ve stepped into a Baz Luhrmann film. 

Is it tacky? Is it awesome? No one knows. But it's crazy popular. If you try to order a gold iPhone online, it won't even ship until October. Of course, the black and white models will ship in 7-10 business days. But really, who’s going to buy black and white models? Peasants? Please. Gold means exclusivity and wealth. 

And nothing says exclusive like buying the color that everyone else wants, too. 

So who's going to be buying these new golden iPhones once they're available? My predictions:

1. Your male friend who wears a down coat with a furry hood.

 
If he wears a thumb ring, it's almost guaranteed.
 
2. Macklemore
 

 A man not afraid of a coat with a furry hood

1. Every cast member of the now-defunct "Jersey Shore"

Because a gold iPhone is classy. Like ordering a tequila sunrise.

4. Ironic hipsters
 
"It's only cool because I know that it's not cool and I acknowledge it."

5. A parent – on accident

You go back and visit your parents and discover one of them has somehow accidentally bought  a gold iPhone.

“This was the only one available online!” They’ll insist, “I don’t even care what color I have!”

Anyone remember these bad boys?

Oh yes. The ol’ iPhone mini. The most coveted Christmas Present of 2002. And I was lucky enough to be given one by my parents. But this was no ordinary iPod mini (As if there was ever such a thing. Am I right, 7th grade Hannah?) IT WAS GOLD.

Did you know that Apple made gold iPod MINIs? Neither did anyone else who saw my iPod. Ever. When I brought it to the Apple store, the genius bar people would flock to my side. They insisted that they hadn't sold them in store and wondered where I got it. 

And yet when questioned, my parents they just shrugged and said it was just one of the color choices.

I DON’T KNOW WHERE MY PARENTS GOT THAT IPOD. I have not yet eliminated the idea they they found a black market dealer on the mean streets of the Chicago suburbs.

I would not be surprised if I came home to my dad holding a gold iphone, insisting that this was the only color left in this mysterious apple store that is evidently bankrolled exclusively by my mother and father.

6. Your friend who is too embarrassed to admit that they bought it 

You know. The one who insists that they ordered the black one but dude, Apple sent them this one. And what do you want them to do? Do you want them to send it back? And go through the hassle? With all their non-existent spare time? Nah, bro. They’ll just keep it and deal with it even though it’s so lame right? 

7. Any mom who emulates Amy Poehler in Mean Girls.

8. Girls who watch Pretty Little Liars 

And aren’t ashamed of it. 

9. Guys whose favorite TV show is Entourage and favorite movie is Boondocks Saints  

It’s a very specific subset. 

10. Maybe me. And probably a lot of people
 
It's shiny! It's new! And people are tired of getting a new iPhone that looks exactly like their old one. Can’t really fault them for that.

Am I going to buy it? Am I going to buy it?!? Yeah, maybe. I mean I know it’s just going to be covered by a case, but… it’s gold. It’s gold and it’s shiny. 

I make no guarantees.

Somebody figure out the math on this.

I have spent years honing my answer to one stupid argument that seems to pop up all the freaking time:

Should the toilet seat be left up or down?

Don't be fooled. That's no doctor. It's Doctor Toilet.

Now, I am a fan of finding the simple solution to every question. Like the "dog mouths are cleaner than human mouths" argument. Here's my solution: I will lick one spoon, and your dog can lick another. Then you can decide which spoon you'd like to use to eat your cereal.

I have watched my dog eat a bottle of Aspirin, then puke up everything she's ever eaten, then eat that puke. Do you REALLY want to take the chance that your dog hasn't licked its own butt today? Because I'm going to spoil that little surprise... it has.

 So when the question of toilet seat etiquette comes up, I try to go for the simplest answer. And it is this: 

Close your eyes.
Imagine yourself on a deserted island full of nothing but coconut milk and wild bonobos. 
But suddenly, something rustles at your feet.
You look down... it's paper. A trail of paper? Perhaps... toilet paper?
No. It's a magazine. And what is the magazine called?
"Toilet Magazine"
"Well. That's fortuitous." You think to yourself, "I was hoping that I'd get some reading done while I'm on this island."
Then you sit down on a mossy rock and open up the magazine. 
There, on the inside cover, is the most beautiful toilet you've ever seen. 
It glistens. 
It glows. 
And the seat. It's....
It's....

Now. What did the toilet look like in your mind? Was it perhaps... down?

Because, yes. A toilet's point of stasis is with the seat down. And when you leave an appliance, you return it to its point of stasis. You don't open the oven door and then leave the door open just because you're going to come back to it later and ughh it's such a hassle to lower the oven door againnnnnn.

Is the simplest answer not good enough for you?

Well I'm glad we're going on this journey together. Because I'm about to drop some math knowledge. But not real math knowledge because, you know. I'm lazy.

I can tell you this, though. I took an introductory Statistics course when I was 19. And in that course, my professor typed out all of his lecture notes. And then he bound those lecture notes. And dedicated the lecture notes to his wife. And then made us buy them for $50.

So... YEAH. I think I know a thing or two about statistics.

And this is my argument: If the average person uses the bathroom four times per day, it breaks down like this,

Women need the toilet seat down 4/4 times. 
Men need the toilet seat down 1/4 times.

Women need to toilet seat up 0/4 times.
Men need the toilet seat up 3/4 times. 

So ignoring the preferences of the sexes, human beings - on average - need the toilet seat down more frequently than they need the toilet seat up.

Exactly how much more frequently? I'm going to let you figure that one out for yourself. Mostly because I just spent 20 minutes trying to remember the difference between nCr & nPr and it sent me into a shame spiral.

Plus, I'm a very busy woman, and I haven't got all day. It won't cost much. Just your voice.

Anyone? Little Mermaid? Moving on.

I just hope that I've put the argument to rest. Because I have better things to do than get myself wrapped up in this toilet seat argument ever again.

Like putting together a list of the greatest Disney Villains of all time. Or re-watching old episodes of Homestar Runner. Or coming up with a really cool roller-derby name.

Ruth Skater Ginsburg

Knowledge Gaps

Well, everyone. I'm not perfect.

"But Hannah," you cry, "I thought you knew all the lyrics to Aaron's Party by Aaron Carter!"

Is he wearing cargo pants that zip off at the knee? Don't worry about it. 

Why, yes. Yes I do.

"And Hannah! I'm CERTAIN that I remember you mentioning that you wore the same Cheetos Chester Cheetah t-shirt for the entirety of the eighth grade."

Guilty.

"What I'm saying is... you're perfect. Just the way you are."

Thank you. Now lets go kill some zombies.

END SCENE


That's an excerpt from my upcoming one-woman show titled, "Pretending Like I Didn't Wave Back When You Were Waving at the Person Behind Me: The Hannah Shepard Story."

But it is true. I'm not perfect. I have many knowledge gaps. Aspects of life that I didn't fully grasp until long after it was acceptable.

Let's take a look, shall we? At some of the things that I believed through most of my childhood:

1. Vanilla extract contains salmonella

I blame my mother for this one. I think she said it so an even wider selection of raw batter was off-limits to me. She denies it, but I know the truth. I KNOW.

Are there even recipes in existence that have vanilla extract but no eggs? I really hope the answer to this question isn't super basic, like brownies. Careful, Hannah. You're about to reveal the depth of your cooking/baking incompetence.

2. "Company" is a car brand

As in, "I just got a Company car from the office!" This became particularly embarrassing after we read Harry Potter in the fourth grade and Mr. Dursley shows off his company car.

A friend asked me what a company car was and I looked contemptuously over at her.

Idiot girl, I thought to myself, she doesn't even know what a Company car is. I sneered, "It's like owning a Jaguar. It's that expensive."

I like to think that the girl remembers that I told her this. Maybe she still thinks - correctly - that I am a fool who will lie through my teeth to seem smarter. 

3. Home insulation is a portal device that can cause my arm to pop up somewhere else in the house

Have I told this story? I don't remember. But it's real good so it's worth telling again.

When I was just a bowl-cutted 4-year-old, I was asked to go get Halloween decorations from the attic. Now, our attic had exposed insulation in some places. My mom, knowing that touching the insulation would make me itch, told my older sister and brother to make sure I didn't touch it. Unfortunately, she forgot that my brother and sister are heartless brutes who took great pleasure in my childhood struggles.

So they told me that if I put my hand into the insulation then it would disappear and reappear in the living room. Sticking out of the wall.

I believed this lie for much longer than I care to admit.

4. Outdoor Christmas trees are a thing

I found this one out about three years ago. You people don't have outdoor Christmas trees?!

Apparently it's a Chicagoland thing. Here's the extent of the tradition: You know how you have a tree on the inside of your house? Well we also have one on the outside. You go into a forest, cut down a tree, bring it home, attach it to a pole, and stick the pole in the middle of your front yard. Add lights, probably.

Actually, outdoor trees are usually the scrappy leftovers that nobody wanted for their indoor tree. Waste energy going out and cutting down a tree just to use it for an outdoor Christmas tree? PLEASE. That kind of time is reserved for indoor Christmas trees, only. 

I have a lot of survivor's guilt toward outdoor Christmas trees right now. 

5. These are the lyrics to Grease's "Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee."

Imagine an 8-year-old walking up to you and saying, "a hickey from Kenickie is like a Hallmark Card." Because I used to say that to other students in my class. Of course, I also used to tell my teachers that I was "funnier on paper." I assume I heard that on Simpsons and repeated it immediately.

But that was my devotion to the movie Grease. However, it's difficult to memorize lyrics about sex and drinking when you're a kid. Add in 50s references and a pregnancy scare? Please. So here are the lyrics my brain invented when I was a kid.

                         Actual lyrics                                                                                   Invented Lyrics

Some people are so touchy.

Your first year, post-grad. As told by the movie 1776

The year is 1972. You're listening to Harry Nilsson's Without You because you've just gone through a tough breakup. Suddenly - a preview for a movie comes across your television. You get up to adjust your rabbit ears, narrowly avoiding the fondue pot that you've left out on the floor.

What is this movie? It's set in colonial times, but everyone is singing. The graphics... so crisp. So modern. You get a premonition that the lead actor will go on to star in a 90s teen sitcom.

You guessed it. It's 1776. The 1972 movie retelling of a musical that premiered on Broadway in 1969.

Is everyone still following? Yes? On we go. Because I'm about to write something that only ten people will find funny. But guys... the eleven of us are going laugh our asses off.

Here we go. A guide to your first year of post-grad, from someone who just survived it. As told by 1776.

So you graduated, huh? Feels pretty good.

You're finally done writing those endless papers.

 

Maybe you feel like telling off that terrible professor. You know. The one who made you study over SPRING BREAK?!?

But hey, man. Don't live in the past. That's not what graduation is about. Why don't you go out and have a drink with your friends?

Because pretty soon you're going to look  around and notice that everyone is leaving for fancy new jobs/opportunities.

 

And you'll start going off on interviews of your own. They will not always go well. Be sure to stay cheerful! When you psyche yourself up in the mirror, say this:

Not this:

 

Employers won't be interested once they see that you have no real-world experience. You'll try to run through your interview spiel that you've had memorized for months. But their eyes will glaze over after a few minutes.

Maybe your potential employer will ask you how you're planning on showing them that you want this job.

But eventually someone will recognize you for being awesome. 

When you're celebrating your new job at the bar, a more successful friend might corner you.

They will have incredible job offers that they can't wait to tell you about. "Have you heard I'm moving to San Francisco to open up a therapeutic bee colony that teaches at-risk youths about child development?!?"

 

They might throw in a backdoor brag when they hear that you just accepted a mainstream job. "Oh, you're thinking of entering the 9-5 work force? I couldn't possibly imagine myself there. I think it would crush my soul. But good for you! You're so grown up!"

And then you'll smile at them all,

 

But ask me, how do I feel about paid vacation?

 

To paraphrase Dr. Seuss's "Oh the Places You'll Go"

"You're well on your way, so just go out there and do whatever makes you happy. Stop asking me for advice. I'm a book. Perhaps you should have picked up 'Yertle the Turtle' instead. Oh the places you'll go, indeed!"

If you don't remember that part of the book, don't go back and check. Just trust that I am always correct.

 

Also trust the fact that I just quintupled the number of 1776 gifs on the internet.