rapport raze this is the only refrigerator i've ever known that speaks to me. it hasn't yet found a way to form recognizable words. maybe because its mouth is always full of food and orange_juice and water, with an open box of baking soda right around the ramus to ward off unpleasant odours. it moans through clenched teeth. its voice is loudest when i'm at my most distressed. i listen to it wail like a troubled child while i cleave cucumber slices in two, and i nod and say, "i_know." 250326 ... ovenbird I love that this managed to be both hilarious and profound and I'm now a little sad that my own refrigerator has never said a word to me. I did, however, once have a dishwasher that grumbled so loudly that no one in the house could watch TV while it was running. I now have a dishwasher that is completely silent and also completely devoid of personality. 250326 ... raze i feel like there's a poem in here somewhere about the secret emotional lives of appliances. 250327 ... ovenbird I one hundred percent agree with you. 250327 ... ovenbird Upon further reflection, such a poem would definitely have to include a stand mixer that I received as a wedding gift. I barely used it and one day it wouldn't work at all (I suspect it fell into a profound depression due to lack of attention). I take it to a repair shop, but never got around to it, and years later pulled it out to see if I might be able to fix it myself and lo and behold! it whirred to life, rising from the death like some Kitchen Aid Lazarus. It's worked flawlessly ever since. I'm sure that thing has stories to tell. 250327 ... ovenbird Whoa. Typos. UGH. *meant to take it to a repair shop. *rose from the dead. This is my reminder to clearly proofread. 250327 ... raze fret not — for two reasons! first, i think realizing just a split-second after you've blathed something that you weren't able to catch a typo is a blather rite of passage. i know it's happened to me more times than i could hope to count. and second, you're talking to someone who once, while trying to say something poetic about words offering comfort like a living thing might, wrote "hold close you" instead of "hold you close". years later, i still laugh about that blunder. 250327 what's it to you? who go blather from