…that detail-cleaning my kitchen is so uncommon I’m actually writing a blog post about it.
And that’s all I have to say about that.
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They say that Louis XIV had the inscription Ultima Ratio Regum cast into all the cannon of the French Army. It means “The Ultimate Argument of Kings,” and that always struck me as one of the most honest and up-front things any ruler or would-be ruler ever said. “We can dress it up prettier than this, but when it comes down to the unvarnished truth this is what it’s about: You’ll do as I say or I’ll send my goons to kill you.”
I thought about that for a long time. If there’s an ultimate argument, it seems only logical that there must be an ultimate answer. For years I thought the ultimate answer must be the bullets in my rifle, but it never seemed quite right. I’ve got bullets – he’s got frigging Cannon Balls. I mean, if there were three hundred million rifles throwing bullets at him, then maybe. But we all know that’s not going to happen. So if there’s an ultimate answer to his ultimate argument, it sure as hell ain’t bullets.
It finally came to me – and that’s when I abandoned the city and most of my stuff, and gave all that was behind me a good stiff Randian Shrug.
The ultimate answer to kings is not a bullet, but a belly laugh.
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Nicely dark, so we can’t see much. [grin] But it looks better than my kitchen right now. LOL
Just a hint. Don’t know what’s all in the bottles on the window sill, but the sunlight will seriously degrade at least some of them eventually – even in the winter. They might better be put under the sink… Just an idea.
The joys of bachelorhood. You can clean up whatever you damn well please, when you damn well please to do it. If you want to live in your own filth, then you’ll damn well live in your own filth, and there isn’t anything anyone can do about it.
Me? I’ve been married for 15 years. She’s taken to most of the cleaning, because she knows that I have a different threshhold of cleanliness than she does, and if she tries to “make” me clean up before I reach that threshhold, it won’t result in much more than me telling her to go fly a kite
“You’re the one that cares, not me. If it bothers you, clean away, my dear.”
If something gets to the point that I think it needs cleaned, I clean it. I’ve no aversion to cleaning things when they need cleaned, but I do hate cleaning stuff that is already clean, which s what my wife does. Why the hell would i waste my time?
Um, is that WD on the shelf? Pam ain’t THAT expensive…
40 dammit
Let’s see…WD-40, check. Brake cleaner, check. Brush cleaner, naval jelly, lighter fluid, aspirin and deodorant.
It’s a guy’s windowsill.
Huh. It’s “A Guy Thing”. (Well, as far as concerns “guys who have to clean up their own messes” is concerned.
My landlord just spent ten hours (spread over ten days) replacing all my kitchen appliances. That ended Sunday evening. I still have’t cleaned up the mess. I’m grateful for all the the new stuff that actually works and which do not leak all over the floor. But my excuse is that I’m still too stressed out to put things back in the cupboards, and rewash all the dishes that I’ve been washing by hand in luke warm water lately.
That which does not kill you, makes you stronger.
So far, living out of plastic storage containers hasn’t killed me.
Oh .. and I’m a Slob when it comes to housekeeping. It’s a matter of proorities.
So you see … it’s not just you.
Oh, and by the way the paper towels are hanging backward, lol. Joel I admire the way you live, you do so much with so little, Keep on keeping on.