Current mood:	apathetic
Current music:	Tool - Eulogy
Entry tags:	broken, daily life, electronics, finances, oven

Nnnnghhh
So, we are so very excited, we have almost got enough money to fix our shower!  But then.. surprise... our oven breaks! 8D  We'll have to have a repairman come in and fix it...

Basically what happened was, Lynx put a frozen pizza in to bake while he was playing DotA with Nezzy and Langly... and forgot about it.  It was supposed to be in for 15 minutes; it was in for over an HOUR.  It was a Frisbee.  Annoying, yes, but we are still hungry, so he puts another one in.

Unfortunately, the oven appears to be playing silly buggers and has set itself to Broil instead of Bake (despite Lynx insisting that he distinctly remembered pressing the 'BAKE' button).  What this  means is that the kitchen is shortly filled with smoke and the pizza is toast on top and raw on the bottom. :/  Ok, no pizza for us tonight.  This is shitty but it is not the end of the world.

Langly notices that the oven is still extremely hot, so he leaves the door open.  You can actually hear the aluminum foil in the bottom of the oven cracking and popping as it cools off.  We are full of joy as the house now smells like aluminum oxide.  However, no big deal... we know Lynx is prone to being unobservant and we are not angry nor do we blame him.

A little while later, having missed most of the earlier prancing about in the kitchen with burnt pizzas, Nocty comes downstairs from his shower and sees that the oven door is open.  He closes it without checking the temperature, assuming it is cool.  It is important to note at this point that he had disconnected the smoke detector rather than air out the house.

Time passes.

Langly goes into the kitchen, pizzaless and therefore still hungry, to make himself a sandwich. 

THE OVEN IS ON FIRE.

Seriously, there are leaping flames inside it.  Langly manages to make it down to the basement to disconnect the breaker to the oven without causing much commotion at all--I was sitting in the other room and did not even notice that he was upset.  The oven is opened, again, and this time everyone is cautioned to leave it open.  If we thought the house was smokey and smelled like Alzheimer's before, well, that was nothing compared to this.  Everywhere on the main floor and upper floor stinks of acrid smoke, making your eyes burn and your nose wrinkle.  Langly is trying hard not to panic about the fact that our kitchen was ON FIRE and the smoke detector was disconnected, and the thought that had he gone to bed without eating we could be crispy by now.  He is pretty good at not panicking.

However, the oven is not finished with us.  It is displaying an error code on the clock screen (we have no clue what it means, the previous inhabitant having taken the oven instructions with her), which disappears when we press 'OFF' a lot.  Which is currently, apparently, the off button's only function.

That's right.  Our oven won't turn off.

As soon as Langly reconnected the breaker, the broiler element began to heat up again.  A LOT.  Despite several tries throughout the evening, it remains so.  Every time the oven is allowed electricity, it heats up, all the while merrily informing us that it is, indeed, off, and that it  is now well after midnight.

So, I got the joy of going to sleep wondering how much appliance repairmen cost, and inhaling aluminum oxide.  Yum.

On the plus side, it's almost Valentine's Day.  We're going to the Green Mill and then to our favourite coffee shop.  We expect a lot of stares but it should be fun.