It's the end of the world as we know it...

Just a short story. I fired this bad boy up for the first time yesterday. I know that may sound absurd to some of you because I have been out here for a few weeks, but when you have like four forks/knives/spoons and a few miscellaneous dishes to your name, well-- you have to spend a week or two "filling" the dishwasher.

Long story short, after fiddling with a dial here and a setting there...I basically thought I had programmed the dishwasher to destroy the Earth...with a heated dry afterwards. This thing is loud. Like, "they forgot to push the button on Lost" loud. The only difference is I had "pushed the button" so to speak, willingly, possibly ending life as we know it for some clean cutlery.

(My apologies to those who don't get the Lost reference, I don't blame you for not watching).

I mean, this thing pulses pure, unadulterated loudness. I say pulses because it will work for a minute or two, turn off for five minutes and than scare the crap out of you when it decides to turn on again (with a sound comparable to a small vehicle driving into your humble abode). I almost dove for cover once...almost.

Luckily I survived (though I was nervous at the time because I was sitting directly across from the dishwasher at my computer working). And the dishes came out clean, score! I did learn a valuable lesson though: run the dishwasher during the day, or better yet, when I'm out of the apartment. Running this thing at night would be "sleep-suicide," to say the least.

And that's the dishwasher story.