Helpful Household Hints

 The horror of only being able to sporadically do laundry is the accidentally forgotten load that sits in the machine for a warm week and gets that lovely bacterial sour tang to it that don't initially notice, but wafts out gently once you're out of the house and can't do anything about it except hope nobody gets close enough to notice your clothes stink faintly like kimchi.

The helpful household hint is that when you wash your sour smelling clothes again, which really doesn't do much to dispel the odor, is to pour a heaping helping of white vinegar into the rinse cycle.
That seems to be the most effective solution we've ever come across.

I just had to do it with a load of reds of unknown vintage.

Not that any of that matters because if things have gone according to plan (as if they ever do) we'll have spent the day moving into a slightly smaller, but slightly nicer apartment in an entirely new neighborhood today.

I hope that went smoothly.

We now return you to our previously scheduled programming.

It's Not You, It's Me (1998)

The second feature length release by the band that would be known as Mollycuddle.

They've matured a bit and figured themselves out and upped the sonic ante. Things are a bit more fleshed out. There's some production values. It ignores the concept of sophomore slump.

I will hesitate a little bit to call it a lost classic, but it's probably not that far off. At least in as much as this sort of stuff appeals to anyone besides me. I find this one to be quite enjoyable.

They also get some special commendations for a shout out to Mission of Burma on the opener "Dwindled". That's brownie points from me. Especially in 1998 when they'd been broken up for fifteen years at that point and wouldn't make another record for at least six more years.

Though it seems that the "hit" on here would be a touching ode called "The Ballad of Jill Hennessy" who's character A.D.A. Claire Kincaid on the original flavor "Law and Order" was killed in a car accident on the show.

Pop culture and pop music. 

A match made in heaven.
Or Minneapolis.
They're nowhere near the same, but I live here.