This is hopefully the closest I will ever come to being in a prison cell. This is the restroom at Earlington Heights station. I got a laugh from the fact that, first, it’s probably the cleanest thing I’ve ever seen within the Miami-Dade Transit system. Second, they modernized it to prison fixtures at some point to prevent vandalism.
The sink is exceptionally weird. A big stainless steel hemisphere with one hole in it sits on the backsplash. Press the button and water comes out of it like it were a drinking fountain. I’m guessing if this were in a prison cell it would double as the drinking fountain. Clever.
The toilet probably wouldn’t have a seat either.
But yeah, kudos to Miami-Dade Transportation and Public Works or whatever the department wound up being named for actually having a clean restroom. I wouldn’t have expected that.
I was walking into work this morning when one of the charter school classes was out on the playground outside, and this one group of girls from the class started loudly commenting on the fact that I had a “girl’s backpack” with a ponytail draped over it and was wearing [the remains of…] nail polish.
Okay, so one of the girls from this class always told me something like “you’re a boy, you don’t need nail polish!” It’s kinda nothing new, but this conversation really pointed out to me just how absurd this all is.
My backpack is actually a galaxy print. I guess they think anything with pink to it is “girly”? Tell that to the distant light of the cosmos.
I have to wonder, who’s convincing these kids to cling so strongly to “traditionally” gendered norms? They’re like, seven years old, for crying out loud.
I’d like to think the community in this school is generally more on the progressive side, so I don’t think it’s really something the parents are pushing or anything.
I dunno. Maybe in this case it can be chalked up to “kids are rude demon spawn”.
I’ve wanted to explain to them that there are no hard rules to this, but that’s just beyond my pay grade. I’ve got four very high mileage remote control boats and a plastic orange tree to take care of, darn it!
… Yes. That’s why the nail polish doesn’t last. It just gets scraped right through in a day. 😛
So my apartment is getting new cabinets and the crew working on it messed up in so very many ways…. but the worst of all is they moved a large bottle of dishwashing liquid onto the carpet, where it leaked.
I don’t know what my amazing luck is with having to get spilt liquid soaps out of carpets, but it’s always the same horrible procedure: try to suck out as much as possible with a wet vacuum then repeatedly spray down with water and extract mountains of foam.
I bought a wet vac from Home Despot for the occasion. The instructions said you can leave the filter in for picking up small amounts of liquid….
Let me just say this. When you want foaming wax in a car wash, what happens is that the solution is injected into a chamber along with compressed air. The chamber is filled with a fiber media that basically gets soap bubbles formed in it that are then entrained and blown out of the line by compressed air.
Inside my vacuum, soapy water saturated the filter as air travelled through it. Soon it began splooging out the exhaust port.
I must have emptied over 100 gallons of foam into the toilet before the cleanup was mostly done. The sink drain wouldn’t work with the foam but it would slowly, comically sink down the terlet. The filter’s prognosis is unknown.
Digital Ocean, where the virtual server for this site lives, is doing a migration/upgrade.
They’ve warned me of this half a dozen times and given me the option to manually start the migration at a more convenient time in case I need to schedule the downtime.
That’s just cool, guys. No rude surprises here.
I think I’ve only ever seen one unscheduled downtime incident on DigitalOcean and that lasted only a couple of hours – they’d gotten in a pickle where Juniper Networks bungled a core router upgrade. Otherwise they’ve been perfectly solid.
I’ll miss that 276 day uptime, but uh, you have to crack some eggs to make an omelette.