In which I discuss this week’s Botox appointment while testing a new microphone. In previous Crankcasts, my voice sounded lower, and Crankenstein’s higher, than they actually are, and this is more accurate, though I’m still learning how to use it. I considered not posting any of this because it’s embarrassing to me lately when I lose my train of thought and either speak in circles or struggle to find words that used to pop right out at me. But it’s not really that embarrassing compared to the many other, dumber things I’ve done in my life, so let’s roll with it.
Here’s that ramblefest:
I’m also attempting to post a video and we’ll see whether it works. This isn’t a scintillating topic but people whose opinions I respect are encouraging me to branch out and make video or audio recordings. Neither’s a natural fit for me, but learning how to do some of it might be OK despite some reservations. If it becomes harder for me to type in the future, it’s a way to continue discussing my favorite subjects with fellow weirdos.
This is a not-quite infomercial for a laundry contraption, in which I forgot the word “level.” I also forgot to mention two laundry suggestions others have made: detergent pods or a lemonade jug. I’ve not had great luck with pods in cold water, and the per-unit price usually isn’t great. As for lemonade jugs, I’m told detergent easily clogs the dispensers.
Oh, and If you’re inclined to watch for a glimpse of me, don’t bother, my hands are all you see. I’ve shared photos before on CL, though, in a couple of posts about IBD, and one of me looking like a big homosexual (as a kid) in my review of Christmas at the Ranch.