i am in my thirties and have somehow spent my entire life under the impression that the only difference between hard and soft water was that they taste and feel different. and which one you preferred was based entirely on what you were used to. now i find out that hard water is why my clothes get so fucked up so fast. people without hard water don’t agonize over how many times they can wash a soft blanket before it stops being soft. all those years of reading online discussions about how showering should only take five minutes and every other day you should just rinse your hair out with water. my intense confusion because if i try to take a five minute shower i come out looking and feeling dirtier than when i went in. if my hair gets wet in the shower and i don’t shampoo it i come out looking like i fell in the creek. if i gave myself a quick soapy rinse before work and then ran out the door without extensively moisturizing i would be the itchiest bitch alive in five minutes. i just assumed it was a body chemistry thing. now you’re telling me that other people don’t have that. that i am in Special Circumstances because every time i step in the tub i am effectively taking a mineral bath.

don’t get me fucking started on hard water and yes i am writing this right in the post i am so sorry op but where i live we have hard water (there’s a higher Very Hard level) so i would like to rant with you about how showering makes your skin so itchy and how you live and breath dandruff because your scalp is crying and how soap won’t rub off your hands no matter how hard you scrub and how drying yourself with a towel just leaves you clammy and how you have to wipe every surface down to combat the accumulation of limescale even though it doesn’t help so everything is spotted white and how your plants can just start dying because of the shitty shitty water and how you can technically drink tap water but it tastes terrible so you have to go on pilgrimages to mountain towns to get water from their fountains and how, since we’re ranting about shampoo, you think your hair is Irrevocably and Horribly damaged until you go to a city with soft water and wash it there one (1) time and your hair comes out silky and shiny and like a goddamned commercial yes i am still pissed knowing what my hair could be like if only i weren’t washing it with liquidized minerals

I hope I’m not barging in too hard, but I saw this in the notes and I thought I should tell y’all in case nobody has yet:

It’s possible to plumb a water-softening device into your home pipes. I have one, as do most homes in my area.

I’m *guessing* that for y’all there aren’t big displays of softener salt readily available in every grocery store and most convenience stores, otherwise you’d have found out sooner (although it’s also possible you *do* have displays and didn’t notice because you didn’t realise they were relevant to your interests, I could definitely see myself doing that), but some models run off of resin beads instead and only need the resin replaced every few years (possibly at the cost of worse taste than salt-based systems, but I’m not sure about that part).

I was doing some googling on prices recently because mine is getting old and decrepit, and it looks like it’s on the order of a few thousand if you don’t already have your pipes set up for it, or a few hundred to slot in a unit on piping already designed around it. I’m aware that a few grand is a lot of money and that many people don’t have the authority to make those kinds of changes to their homes, but it’s still good to know that it’s *possible* to have soft water without having to move to a naturally-soft area.


#we have one (1) hard-water tap for my mom and brother to drink out of #(because for some reason they actually *like* the taste) #everything else is softened #(except for when the softener unit fails to realise that it needs to cycle on because‚ again‚ decrepit) #(in which case I press the on button manually and 15 minutes later it’s fine) #the more you know #our home and cherished land #is the blue I see the same as the blue you see #PSA #domesticity #reply via reblog

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So anyways one inch tungsten cubes are bullshit. 25 mm, that would be fine, or 20 or even 30 mm. Sensible sizes for a cube of tungsten. But a one inch, that’s bullshit.

Compromise on a 25.4 mm cube?

Bullshit measured in metric units is still bullshit.


#Me‚ clutching my 454g bag of flour and my 473mL carton of cream: you take that back #I *will* make delicious bilingual biscuits and you can*not* stop me #our home and cherished land #food mention #tungsten cubes #discourse cw?


Canada Post has assigned postal code H0H 0H0 to the North Pole


#one December I was at a party and I won a trivia round by knowing this #I’m drinking out of the water bottle I won right now #our home and cherished land #Christmas #the more you know




#yes but only if it has butter chicken sauce instead of gravy #fuck gravy #fusion cuisine all the way‚ baby! #(yes butter chicken poutine *is* a thing and it is *amazing*) #(very rich though) #food #our home and cherished land #this probably deserves some other warning tag but I am not sure what


One of the vanishingly few benefits you get from living in the frozen North of Canada is that it’s simply too cold for a lot of pesky things. Valley fever? Too damn cold. Poisonous scorpions? Need to be kept above zero at all times, the losers. Subway-sized rats that can take out a schoolyard in less than fifteen minutes? Won’t get fifteen feet before a Dire Owl chucks them into the air to be flash-frozen in the troposphere.

This means that when you buy something especially sketchy from a warmer place, you don’t have to worry too much about disinfecting it. Just leave it outside for a night, and then shake it and watch a cascade of dead roaches fall out. Their pleading eyes (burst from ice forming inside their optic nerves) will look at you guiltily, yes, but it’s not your fault. It’s Mother Nature’s, and if you can’t hang with her, then get out of the kitchen. Or something like that.

Now, this phenomenon hasn’t always worked in my favour. Last summer, I was besieged by an infinite wall of pesky mosquitos. The eggs from these annoying little shitheads can somehow survive the worst of winter, and it’s boring and time-consuming to kill all of them manually, like our ancestors used to.

In a warmer region, these pests are purged by dragonflies the size of an Eaton’s and/or eaten by lizards that sneak into your house and live there, like pets but not. This is simply not possible here, but I foolishly believed I could import a small box of praying mantises sometime around May, when the permafrost covering my driveway just started to break up.

Praying mantises are, in theory, the ultimate badasses, peak predators of nature, invulnerable to anything that the world can throw at them. However, it turns out the shipping company also uses the same technique as me to disinfect packages, making my own efforts largely superfluous. When they got here, all that remained was a box of dead bugs. They didn’t stand a chance. Up here, prayers don’t get answered, because the moisture in your words freezes them solid and they smash to bits on the sidewalk.


#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #our home and cherished land #storytime #bugs #death tw? #unreality cw #that last line is a hell of a thing










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#food #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #honestly I’m pretty pleased just to see a Chinese restaurant with pictures of every single one of its items #a lot of them just give you the name of the item–just the name! no description!–and expect you to know what that means #I’ve gotten burned many times on #foods that are made exactly the same in every American Chinese restaurant I’ve ever been to but are very different in Canada #(and then of course there’s the stuff I’ve *never* had and still don’t have enough information to know whether I want to try them!) #here’s a tip that’ll save you the ten years of grief I had: #don’t order the sweet and sour chicken in Canada #order the *lemon* chicken #Canadian sweet and sour chicken batter is this vast fluffy bullshit #while lemon chicken is roughly the same as what you know and love from the States #(at some places they fry lemon chicken breasts whole and *then* cut them into strips but close enough) #tag rambles