You should use that in your act.I spilled degreaser on my brother. He disappeared.[DOUBLEPOST=1460057729,1460057708][/DOUBLEPOST]
Something that will cut through organic matter and grease, in order to get rid of the baked and burned on grease that's left on the sides of the oven, oven door, and burner pans.Degreaser? Or oven cleaner? Degreaser is pretty easy to mix up yourself, but oven cleaner is another story.
--Patrick
Spray-on oven cleaner, then. It's the best for removing baked-/burned-on grease*. Make sure your oven and other utensils can take it before you spray it on, and make sure you have plenty of ventilation while it is working. You can buy stuff like Easy-Off at your local store, or you can buy generic "OVEN CLEANER SPRAY" from places like GFS or other restaurant supply houses for a lot less. They're all basically the same thing...a spray can full of aerosolized lye paste, so be VERY careful where you spray it. Lye turns baked-on grease into soap, then you wipe the soap away with a damp sponge. Wear gloves while you wipe it off. Also you can follow up with a wipe-down with (very) mild vinegar or (very) weak lemonade once you're finished if you want to neutralize any leftover lye. Any substance the lye doesn't remove can probably be removed with something at the other end of the scale from lye such as citric acid (also known as "dishwasher cleaner").Something that will cut through organic matter and grease, in order to get rid of the baked and burned on grease that's left on the sides of the oven, oven door, and burner pans.
He moved to Mexico ahead of the election?I spilled degreaser on my brother. He disappeared.
Here's hoping you find something even more effective than Targretin.And I am in the singularly fortunate position of being able to fucking do something about the thing that has had a massive impact on many of my loved ones.
Or, to put it another way:
This is f-ing fantastic. I see so so sooooo many people with Alzheimer's; and the effect is has on family members is one of the hardest parts of my job. It's horrible to watch, it's horrible to be part of (my grandmother had it), and it is generally a crap-tacular disease.A few years ago I joked with my now-wife that, were my father to follow my grandfather's footsteps and be diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease, I would, "Batman the shit out of it." (Verbatim quote.) My grandfather's struggle with this illness and the impact it had on my family are some of the strongest memories from my childhood and helped shape my decision to pursue not only a degree in biology but a Ph.D. in neuroscience. Unfortunately, as I mentioned in one of my (now infrequent) posts on the board, it seems he has followed my grandfather's path and was diagnosed with a case of moderate Alzheimer's. It's a funny way of describing it: clinically, he has moderate impairment. He has lapses in memory. At times he'll hallucinate during the night (a non-typical feature). But that didn't really prepare me for, over the course of a recent visit back home, him forgetting who I was for a few moments.
So, why is this an epic win? I've been looking for employment for the past year, and it has not been fun. I wanted to avoid the stereotypical career path of pursuing a post-doc (a low-paid "holding tank" for those who have finished their PhD and compete for too-scarce academic jobs) but, after a lot of soul-searching and discussions with my better half, I started seeking positions. I found one. I accepted the offer this past Tuesday. It is a well-funded lab with an excellent mentor, a fantastic culture, and access to an absolutely ridiculous amount of resources leveraged towards treating Alzheimer's and other dementias. And I am in the singularly fortunate position of being able to fucking do something about the thing that has had a massive impact on many of my loved ones.
Or, to put it another way:
[DOUBLEPOST=1460339688,1460339564][/DOUBLEPOST]...I don't know how I included my own response in that quote, but congrats again!A few years ago I joked with my now-wife that, were my father to follow my grandfather's footsteps and be diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease, I would, "Batman the shit out of it." (Verbatim quote.) My grandfather's struggle with this illness and the impact it had on my family are some of the strongest memories from my childhood and helped shape my decision to pursue not only a degree in biology but a Ph.D. in neuroscience. Unfortunately, as I mentioned in one of my (now infrequent) posts on the board, it seems he has followed my grandfather's path and was diagnosed with a case of moderate Alzheimer's. It's a funny way of describing it: clinically, he has moderate impairment. He has lapses in memory. At times he'll hallucinate during the night (a non-typical feature). But that didn't really prepare me for, over the course of a recent visit back home, him forgetting who I was for a few moments.
So, why is this an epic win? I've been looking for employment for the past year, and it has not been fun. I wanted to avoid the stereotypical career path of pursuing a post-doc (a low-paid "holding tank" for those who have finished their PhD and compete for too-scarce academic jobs) but, after a lot of soul-searching and discussions with my better half, I started seeking positions. I found one. I accepted the offer this past Tuesday. It is a well-funded lab with an excellent mentor, a fantastic culture, and access to an absolutely ridiculous amount of resources leveraged towards treating Alzheimer's and other dementias. And I am in the singularly fortunate position of being able to fucking do something about the thing that has had a massive impact on many of my loved ones.
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I'm so happy for you! Thank you for being a part of this very important endeavor. Best of luck to you.
You left off the "[" symbol.I don't know how I included my own response in that quote
My great-grandmother and one of my great-aunts had Alzheimer's Disease. I hope you put a boot square in AD's ass.A few years ago I joked with my now-wife that, were my father to follow my grandfather's footsteps and be diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease, I would, "Batman the shit out of it." (Verbatim quote.) My grandfather's struggle with this illness and the impact it had on my family are some of the strongest memories from my childhood and helped shape my decision to pursue not only a degree in biology but a Ph.D. in neuroscience. Unfortunately, as I mentioned in one of my (now infrequent) posts on the board, it seems he has followed my grandfather's path and was diagnosed with a case of moderate Alzheimer's. It's a funny way of describing it: clinically, he has moderate impairment. He has lapses in memory. At times he'll hallucinate during the night (a non-typical feature). But that didn't really prepare me for, over the course of a recent visit back home, him forgetting who I was for a few moments.
So, why is this an epic win? I've been looking for employment for the past year, and it has not been fun. I wanted to avoid the stereotypical career path of pursuing a post-doc (a low-paid "holding tank" for those who have finished their PhD and compete for too-scarce academic jobs) but, after a lot of soul-searching and discussions with my better half, I started seeking positions. I found one. I accepted the offer this past Tuesday. It is a well-funded lab with an excellent mentor, a fantastic culture, and access to an absolutely ridiculous amount of resources leveraged towards treating Alzheimer's and other dementias. And I am in the singularly fortunate position of being able to fucking do something about the thing that has had a massive impact on many of my loved ones.
Or, to put it another way:
May I introduce you to Charles Augustus Magnusson. He's a Dane.Guess who's going to have a Foreign exchange student from Denmark with them next school year? This guy. btw, for no reason what so ever, anyone want to let me know about the mannerisms of people from Denmark?
My sister in law spent some time there as an exchange student, then went back as a missionary years later.Guess who's going to have a Foreign exchange student from Denmark with them next school year? This guy. btw, for no reason what so ever, anyone want to let me know about the mannerisms of people from Denmark?
Damn you, Cruebeard.Chugging
Rum
Under
Edmonton
Bridge
Enjoying
Alcholic
Revelry
Devilishly
I ruin every sweet moment.
Well, I had to do something with the C that I snatched from Ceej's poem. I thought hiding it in plain sight might work.Damn you, Cruebeard.
... I didn't even notice that. You're good!Well, I had to do something with the C that I snatched from Ceej's poem. I thought hiding it in plain sight might work.
Better than you think. I caught it before I even really read it.... I didn't even notice that. You're good!