I still can't believe it...
I have it in my head for a few days now. Actually more than a few days, it has been more than a week. I was in the kitchen and my brother was cooking. For Mike, this means frying something. I saute or surface fry a lot of things, but Mike does so more than me. Anyway, he was throwing frozen potatoes of the french fry sort into a pan of heated oil. The ice crystals on potatoes were throwing oil everywhere because oil and water don't mix, especially when heated up.
I tried to give him some advice, I told him to use less oil or to lower the heat. He told me, "I have it on the lowest setting."
This is the part I can't believe.
You see, on our stove top, to use a range we have knobs that ignite the flame and then you turn it to adjust the flame. When the knob is pointed straight up in the "off" position it reads "off." To the right of "off" is "on" and "lite." So to start the flame you turn the knob to the left (or counterclockwise) to "lite" and once the flame lites you can turn it clockwise to the "on" position for a high flame. The closer you turn it towards "off," the lower the flame becomes. Pretty easy concept to get. Basically the knob controls the amount of gas that is passing through the feed. When it is all the way open there is enough gas to catch the pilot light and ignite the burner, then you restrict it to lower the flame.
When my brother "had it on the lowest setting" it was on "lite." Basically he had it on the highest setting there was and because it said "lite" he thought that meant "light" even though there is no "heavy" setting on the knob to contrast that.
I just can't believe he thought that.
He has been living here for about 4 or 5 years now too. So this stove isn't new to him. He is an adult right? No wonder most of the pans in this house have stuff permenantly burned into them. I guess I don't have much room to talk since one of the pans I just got have a little bit burned into them.
Speaking of liting stuff. This past summer I was hanging out with my friend Rob from high school. Thom Monks was also there. I still like both of these guys but I feel that I live a drastically different life than them and I just can't relate. They are nice and all, but they kind of feel like mainstream America to me. That is a boring way to put it, but I am kind of radical in my lifestyle and therefore it was weird to be offered beer and pork chops while talking about "fucking hot girls" and listening to 311 and dave mathews.
Granted Rob hadn't seen me in a while and said, "I'm pretty sure you don't eat meat or drink, but do you want any?" He was cool about it, not sticking it in my face or anything, but...I'm describing this bad - he is a nice guy hands down, I just don't know about calling him a friend anymore. On with the story:
Rob was drinking some and he got drunk, but wasn't totally blitzed or anything. It was cool though cause we were just hanging at his parent's house. Anyway, he went to start the BBQ while Thom and I were just hanging. Eventually we went to check on him. Rob had burned part of his face cause he let too much gas fill the BBQ when he hit the ignite button. I'm sure this is because of the amount of alcohol in him and the amount of reasoning his brain was opperating at. It was crazy though, because I remember smelling burnt hair first and then seeing him squinting and saying, "I think I burnt my fucking face off."
Luckily he didn't burn his face off and some random girl came over to apply aloe to his face. He was worried about how he looked and flirted with the girl a bunch even though he was telling me just an hour ago about this other girl he was dating and really liking. It would be more worried about my face being burned than how my eyebrows look.
Story goes, according to Mike - Rob had the BBQ on it's "lowest" setting. I wonder if they both thought the same thing. These people are the reason that they have all those warnings on products. Actually I take that back because I've never know Rob or Mike to sue anyone for their stupidity.
There was this kid from high school however that had parents that sued everyone. It is pretty much how they made money. It was how he could go to a private high school and his parents could afford to pay for his traveling hockey team career. I wonder where he ended up. I think he ended up finishing school at Fraser, but for the first few years he went to some other really nice school. Whatever, in junior high him and I made a video together for a "Life Skills" project. It was about how drugs were bad. He died from doing coke and I went on to find a cure for cancer, which enabled me to live the high life and wear robe and neon sunglasses all the time. That was all ficticious of course, except I did grow up to wear neon sunglasses.
There is a alleycat race on MLK day. I'm totally gonna be there cause the last one was so much fun. I don't know if I'll race cause Cannon Shot isn't the kind of bike that is ready for the winter and I don't want hir to get all gunked up from the salt in the road. However, my winter bike, Shit, isn't exactly the fastest bike due to hir's one functioning gear, rusted chain, semi-broken (rusted through) freewheel and general heavy weight. But I can always volunteer to man a station which is what I plan on doing. If it is dry out I might bust out Cannon Shot and enter the race. Either way, I plan on taking part. It will be a good time.
In room mate news I think I like the one female room mate I have. I still have nothing in common with her at all. She likes buying things and is into mainstream beauty standards. But we really like to complain about the stupid things our other room mates do. Plus this girl has gone through some shit. I won't talk about it here, due to the fact that it is her business and not the business of those reading this, but being able to let her vent to me is pretty cool. The stuff she talks about when she vents to me isn't anything I have lived through, but I have seen such things happen enough to be affected by it so I guess I have an invested interest in the things she tells me. She is a nice person, I have always thought so, but I guess I feel more comfortable around her now.
I tried to give him some advice, I told him to use less oil or to lower the heat. He told me, "I have it on the lowest setting."
This is the part I can't believe.
You see, on our stove top, to use a range we have knobs that ignite the flame and then you turn it to adjust the flame. When the knob is pointed straight up in the "off" position it reads "off." To the right of "off" is "on" and "lite." So to start the flame you turn the knob to the left (or counterclockwise) to "lite" and once the flame lites you can turn it clockwise to the "on" position for a high flame. The closer you turn it towards "off," the lower the flame becomes. Pretty easy concept to get. Basically the knob controls the amount of gas that is passing through the feed. When it is all the way open there is enough gas to catch the pilot light and ignite the burner, then you restrict it to lower the flame.
When my brother "had it on the lowest setting" it was on "lite." Basically he had it on the highest setting there was and because it said "lite" he thought that meant "light" even though there is no "heavy" setting on the knob to contrast that.
I just can't believe he thought that.
He has been living here for about 4 or 5 years now too. So this stove isn't new to him. He is an adult right? No wonder most of the pans in this house have stuff permenantly burned into them. I guess I don't have much room to talk since one of the pans I just got have a little bit burned into them.
Speaking of liting stuff. This past summer I was hanging out with my friend Rob from high school. Thom Monks was also there. I still like both of these guys but I feel that I live a drastically different life than them and I just can't relate. They are nice and all, but they kind of feel like mainstream America to me. That is a boring way to put it, but I am kind of radical in my lifestyle and therefore it was weird to be offered beer and pork chops while talking about "fucking hot girls" and listening to 311 and dave mathews.
Granted Rob hadn't seen me in a while and said, "I'm pretty sure you don't eat meat or drink, but do you want any?" He was cool about it, not sticking it in my face or anything, but...I'm describing this bad - he is a nice guy hands down, I just don't know about calling him a friend anymore. On with the story:
Rob was drinking some and he got drunk, but wasn't totally blitzed or anything. It was cool though cause we were just hanging at his parent's house. Anyway, he went to start the BBQ while Thom and I were just hanging. Eventually we went to check on him. Rob had burned part of his face cause he let too much gas fill the BBQ when he hit the ignite button. I'm sure this is because of the amount of alcohol in him and the amount of reasoning his brain was opperating at. It was crazy though, because I remember smelling burnt hair first and then seeing him squinting and saying, "I think I burnt my fucking face off."
Luckily he didn't burn his face off and some random girl came over to apply aloe to his face. He was worried about how he looked and flirted with the girl a bunch even though he was telling me just an hour ago about this other girl he was dating and really liking. It would be more worried about my face being burned than how my eyebrows look.
Story goes, according to Mike - Rob had the BBQ on it's "lowest" setting. I wonder if they both thought the same thing. These people are the reason that they have all those warnings on products. Actually I take that back because I've never know Rob or Mike to sue anyone for their stupidity.
There was this kid from high school however that had parents that sued everyone. It is pretty much how they made money. It was how he could go to a private high school and his parents could afford to pay for his traveling hockey team career. I wonder where he ended up. I think he ended up finishing school at Fraser, but for the first few years he went to some other really nice school. Whatever, in junior high him and I made a video together for a "Life Skills" project. It was about how drugs were bad. He died from doing coke and I went on to find a cure for cancer, which enabled me to live the high life and wear robe and neon sunglasses all the time. That was all ficticious of course, except I did grow up to wear neon sunglasses.
There is a alleycat race on MLK day. I'm totally gonna be there cause the last one was so much fun. I don't know if I'll race cause Cannon Shot isn't the kind of bike that is ready for the winter and I don't want hir to get all gunked up from the salt in the road. However, my winter bike, Shit, isn't exactly the fastest bike due to hir's one functioning gear, rusted chain, semi-broken (rusted through) freewheel and general heavy weight. But I can always volunteer to man a station which is what I plan on doing. If it is dry out I might bust out Cannon Shot and enter the race. Either way, I plan on taking part. It will be a good time.
In room mate news I think I like the one female room mate I have. I still have nothing in common with her at all. She likes buying things and is into mainstream beauty standards. But we really like to complain about the stupid things our other room mates do. Plus this girl has gone through some shit. I won't talk about it here, due to the fact that it is her business and not the business of those reading this, but being able to let her vent to me is pretty cool. The stuff she talks about when she vents to me isn't anything I have lived through, but I have seen such things happen enough to be affected by it so I guess I have an invested interest in the things she tells me. She is a nice person, I have always thought so, but I guess I feel more comfortable around her now.