The stain that won't die.

So when I moved in the walls were covered with...everything. Grease, pencil, crayon, some kind of asian barbecue sauce. For the most part it either scrubbed off, scrapped off, or was covered well enough by a coat of kilz (a stain-fighting primer). Well there was one little seemingly insignificant spot of red under the bay-window in the living room that appeared to be crayon. I didn't take any before pictures because I didn't really expect/want it to be blog-worthy. Luckily for you, the reader, the epic amount of effort to remove or cover this stain has been completely ineffective and her disfigurement of my wall remains just as robust (if not worse) than the day I closed.

My best guess is that the spot is in fact lipstick. The initial wall scrub did very little and it repelled the kilz like Gilbert Gottfried at a sorority party. It barely faded with a more aggressive scrub/scrape with a cocktail of cleaning supplies harsh enough to start digging into the drywall paper.

I thought I had come up with an over-the-top solution when I decided to just cover it with a thick layer of drywall spackling. I smoothed out a good quarter-inch of it and called it good. Then I forgot about it until the next day when I noticed how it had dried...

Xanadon't: Putting lipstick on the wall.

New solution: Get violent. Dig until I don't see anymore red, then re-spackle over the mess I make of the wall.

If that doesn't work you may see another blog mention, otherwise you can assume all went well.

Here's a random picture of the furnace filter I recently replaced:

Xanadon't: letting 10 years go by before replacing your air-filter.

And Here's a random picture I took a few weeks ago of a serene flood-plane forrest with a thick coat of cottonwood seeds not far from the bank of the Mississippi River. I had to contrast the ugliness of the other pictures in this entry.