As an apartment dweller, this is a game changer. My current apartment doesn’t have a laundry facility and the closest Laundromat about a 30 min bus ride which is just not practical. The mini-washer is a life saver
The panda mini washer hooks up to the sink, is incredibly lightweight (about 28 pounds, so light even I can lift it) and easy to use.
It has a surprisingly large capacity. The basket from the first picture represents about one and a half loads. The jeans took up a whole load while the rest filled the bin only half way.
Here’s the inside. The left is the washer the right is the spin dryer. Yes, it even drys.
Basically you shove your cloths into the washer, fill it up with water and let it go. I use my shower head to fill it up so it goes faster, the sink hook up took about five minutes to fill the whole tub, with the shower head is is down to a minute an a half. I do it in three wash cycles, a five minute rinse with baking soda, a five minute wash with soap and a three minute rinse with water. You have to drain and refill between each cycle so it’s a little more labor intensive than a traditional washer.
That’s the spin dryer. It’s about half the capacity of the washer so one wash takes about two loads to dry. The spinner is much more effective than I was expecting. A three minute spin gets my cloths about 90% dry. I hang them up to air dry for that last 10%.
The machine cost me about 150$. When you factor in two dollars for the bus, five for the machines (per week), the mini-washer pays for its self after only about six months worth of laundry.
I’m not great at expressing emotion, but I’m hoping you can tell how excited I am. Let me just say that the panda mini-washer is great and I highly recommend it to anyone currently using a Laundromat.
fuck those “200 words to use more often in writing!” lists. the point of a really GOOD word is that you only get to use it every so often, when it’s exactly the perfect word to use. sort of like killing ordinary goblins with a regular short knife most of the time, and only reaching for the ancestral blade your father bequeathed to you in his dying hour when you have to defeat the Goblin Overlord.
bad analogy, the ancestral blade my father bequeathed to me has a spell on it that makes it immune to dulling or breakage from use. i’ll kill a goblin with it i’ll kill the goblin’s king with it i’ll cut my damn sandwiches in half with it because they’re easier to eat that way
i understand that your father bequeathed you a good ass sword, but in my experience ancestral blades break quite easily and deserve cautious use. anyways my point you shouldn’t use the word “vertiginous” in a sentence unless you really need to but its fun when you can
what i find vertiginous is these shitty fuckin swords ya’lls dads are giving you
If Jesus was born from a virgin birth, doesn’t that mean he has only an X chromosome. Wouldn’t that make him female?
wait
TRANS JESUS TRANS JESUS TRANS JESUS
I have taken 3 years of Theology, 1 of Apologetics, and 1 of Anatomy and Physiology and I’m honesty stumped by this one
Those species which are parthenogenic (i.e. self-fertilising, certain lizards, snakes, frogs and fish) the offspring is always genetically/physically female-typical. So yeah, if we were to take the nativity as a scientific story, a parthenogenic human pregnancy (still a scientific impossibility) would result in an AFAB child, and since that child has always been referred to as “he”, voila, trans jesus.
If Jesus was born from a virgin birth, doesn’t that mean he has only an X chromosome. Wouldn’t that make him female?
wait
TRANS JESUS TRANS JESUS TRANS JESUS
I have taken 3 years of Theology, 1 of Apologetics, and 1 of Anatomy and Physiology and I’m honesty stumped by this one
Those species which are parthenogenic (i.e. self-fertilising, certain lizards, snakes, frogs and fish) the offspring is always genetically/physically female-typical. So yeah, if we were to take the nativity as a scientific story, a parthenogenic human pregnancy (still a scientific impossibility) would result in an AFAB child, and since that child has always been referred to as “he”, voila, trans jesus.
The depths of salt in my soul know no bounds apparently, even when I’m completely unconscious about it. This just happened:
I’m writing the order of service for next week and one of the hymns is labeled “Holy, Holy, Holy”. I finished typing it up, printed it out and showed it to the minister for approval.
She reads it over and then gives me this perplexed look before beginning to laugh her ass off.
I raised an eyebrow and asked what was so funny. She just pointed to what I had written for the hymn.
“Hymn #26: “Holy, Holy, Holy Shit”
She thinks the addition is an improvement and my stammering out my apologies and how I had unintentionally done it only made her laugh harder at it. I’m almost tempted to keep it in, just to see if anyone else notices.
Holy holy holy Lord god almighty Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee: “What the fuck is this bullshit oh my god”
Kimchi and Justice 