Let’s talk about jelly beans.
You may recall from a couple of days ago that we just coated the tub surround in RedGard. This is a waterproofing membrane; it goes on like paint although it has a slightly thicker consistency, and dries to a rubbery membrane. It’s supposed to be put on at a certain thickness to be effective; we lack the tool (a wet film thickness gauge) to properly determine how thick the RedGard is going on the wall and thus have been using “paint it until you can’t see the words anymore” as a handy Internet-suggested shorthand.
Six fuckin’ coats of this Pepto-Bismol lookin’ shit later, I’m ready to say fuck what the internet thinks and that this has got to be thick enough by now. Take a look at the size of the bucket in the middle picture, here. That bucket’s almost empty and every bit of that shit’s on the walls right now. The tub’s not that goddamn big; hell, I’ll do the math if I need to to figure out how thick it probably is.
(Hmm. Maybe I should just do the math…)
(Just not right now.)
Anyway. Jellybeans. There’s an Ace Hardware near our house; we tend to try and frequent them whenever we have any sort of tool/hardware/home improvement needs because hey, local business, and also because they tend to have employees who know what the hell they’re talking about and are nice about finding out if they don’t know.
We’ve had to go to Ace a lot lately because this stuff is waterproofing material and thus doesn’t really do being rinsed out of brushes very well. And we keep having to add surprise coats, thus two or three trips to Ace in just a few days to buy more brushes and rollers.
Our local Ace Hardware keeps a giant rack of Jelly Belly Jelly Beans right by the cash register.
They are demons, Ace Hardware. Demons, I tell you. Because the Jelly Bellies… I cannot resist them. And so every trip I have made to Ace Hardware for the last several days has led to me scarfing a bag of jelly beans on the way home, because why the hell would I try and wait until I was actually home? Who does that?
Anyway, on the way home on the most recent trip it hit me that jelly beans are really the perfect food of the future. I don’t know what kind of Nazi-inspired demon-magic taste thaumaturgy goes into these fuckers, but any time you hand me a little nugget of gelatin small enough to fit in my nose and I eat it and I can taste every individual element of the best cheeseburger I’ve ever had in my life, you have either solved all of the world’s problems or doomed it; I’m not sure which.
Next task is to figure out how to pack a day’s worth of nutrition into one of these little bastards and once you do that I swear I’ll never eat anything else ever again, I promise. Food pill, Jelly Belly people. Get on that.