Grr. I hate it when life decides to slap you around, apparently just for fun. Such as “the attack of household apparels” (I still remember the lunatic toaster that declared me an enemy combatant and instead of providing me with my properly toasted slices of bread decided to fire two lumps of burning coal at me) or “revenge of the door” (that decided to in response to your quite aggressive method of opening it to swing back right at you).
Well, I just got attacked by the liquid soap dispenser. It had somehow became aware of its superpowers overnight, and upon my hand approaching it went all Chuck Norris on me and … well let’s just say I’ve seen squirt guns that didn’t reach as far. So, instead of just ending up with a clean pair of hands, I also ended up with a soap-covered wall.
Oh the joys of life.
On a sidenote, Dollhouse just started its first season on TV. Written by Joss Whedon, creator and head writer of the well-known shows Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel and Firefly, it shows some potential but it’s off to a slow start. Never been a fan of neither Buffy nor Angel, but what the heck.
