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“Mademoiselle you are simply enchanting. I am Marie Vupan St. John the greatest of all burglars and I request your presence in my hotel room tonight.”

1) glass doors. I have ADHD and if I can't see it, it doesn't exist. Invest in technology that will insulate a clear fridge door.

2) semi-smart feature: crisper sensor. A feature where I can input whatever is in my crisper drawers and have a little readout timer that says how long it's been in there and turns red if I need to use something in the next ~24 hours. This should not require an internet connection.

3) a semi-circular back so shelves can be spun out for cleaning and selecting items near the back. This would have the additional benefit of letting me put stuff in locations that optimize cold airflow, instead of where I can see/reach.

4) for models with a freezer on the bottom (which logically should be all of them, actually, it's more energy efficient): "pop-up" shelves that help me to minimize bending or kneeling.

And now:

5) I should be able to repair all of the shelves on my own. The parts for the crisper sensor should be modular for easy replacement and shouldn't cost an arm and a leg. Gaskets should be removable/replaceable and don't tell me it can't be done, I worked in food service for seven years. I was the person cleaning and checking the gaskets. I know it's already possible.

6) I realize there are some parts of a refrigerator that your average layperson should ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT be able to access for repair because we prefer to not have Freon in our water supply and also way too many people are way too dumb about how dangerous undischarged electricity can be, and I accept that some things are too dangerous to be handled without special training. HOWEVER, parts for these areas of the fridge should be produced to a standardized spec and be readily available so that 10 years into owning my fridge I can call any fridge repair person, say "hey my fridge is ten years old and I'd like to get the guts checked out to be sure everything is in proper working order," and when they check it out they can say "mostly good, but your flux condensator looks a little shaky and I'd recommend replacing it now so you don't have to worry about it damaging your quantum harmonizer," and then they can tell me exactly how much that will cost and that they can have it done in a week because the part is easy to order and the fridge was designed for them to be able to easily remove/replace damaged components as long as they have basic fridge repair tools. No proprietary tools, no "you have to order from a single factory in Timbuktu that only produces flux condensators during full moons falling on Tuesdays," and if any given brand is like "okay you have to use a Maytag flux condensator in a Maytag fridge for your warranty to apply" then they should be required to provide a Maytag flux condensator at the same price as a third-party flux condensator of the same demonstrated quality.

2) sensors do not count as smart features in and of themselves and this is a hill i will die on. And we have the tech, though no clue if we have ever made it for this use.

3) interesting design, definitely doable. But also we have had fridge shelves that do that before!

4) already there.

5-6) #RIGHT TO REPAIR

Only thing id add is one of those inside the freezer ice maker things from whatever model of fridge i had growing up. That thing lasted over 15 years without any issues. We have the technology!

Otherwise

East German Eva Stratt, you are so dear to me.

Bonus because I noticed the colours while drinking Spezi myself and thought it was funny

"oh that's uh -- i put that on there when i need to remember something. so when i'm leaving i see it."

"oh, okay. this is human culture?"

"well, uh, no. just me."

"mmm. this is grace culture."

he laughs. "grace culture, yeah."

"so what grace need to remember?"

"ummmm... uhh.. i forget."

"not good system. grace culture not very advanced."

"hey, it works sometimes!"

-later-

"grace have attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder, statement."

"don't you mean question?"

"no question. statement. rocky research on my portable earth thinking machine!"

"rockkk, what did i say about using webmd on me. you can't just be diagnosing me with stuff."

"apology. rocky will not use webmd to diagnose grace. even if grace has all symptoms of deadly cancer."

"i don't have cancer, rock. it tells everyone that."

grace gets up to leave.

"besides," he says, tapping rocky as he walks past him. "the earth doctors already told me i had adhd when i was 12."

When I got a cpap, then a bipap, it would solve the nightmares and as things got worse respiratory weakness wise, I would have these periods of interpersonal problems and meltdowns during the day that were solved by laying down for a "nap" on my cpap that actually made me perk back up too much to sleep. We didn't realize all of this was connected until I had already started hallucinating from co2 build up, hearing crying in the walls when there was none, I'm hoping this reaches someone BEFORE things get that bad.

It’s Indecent by Paula Vogel, a play-with-music telling the story of God of Vengeance, the 1906 play with Broadway’s first ever same-sex kiss. Like Hadestown, it opens with fourth-wall bending introductions of the cast and crew. The staging is minimalist, leaning on the concept of theater to bridge the gaps. It also announces itself as a tragedy, like Hadestown does. It has to. This is a story about Jews in the early 1900s. You know where the road leads.

It’s a play about censorship, language, and the love between two young women whose representation got the whole production shut down by the police. It’s also a Jewish story about bigotry and assimilation, and how to keep stories alive when the world they were written for has been destroyed. There’s a proshot you can watch.

The Fates, in myth, weave threads of life. This performance gave the fates a red string. In Doubt Comes In, the moment Orpheus turned around, they cut the string and used the two halves to pull Eurydice back to Hades and to hold Orpheus back from going to her. And, more than that, Orpheus didn't sing her name. He screamed it.