I don't even like basketball. Actually I hate basketball. (Note to Seimone Augustus: not you, you're awesome.) But this is just wrong.
2. I bought some cutting boards at Ikea. I put them in the dishwasher, as one does with a dirty plastic cutting board. The plastic melted. There was, it turns out, a cheerful little Ikea icon of a scrub brush in a hand on the corner of the board. We suspect that this is their notification that these boards are hand-wash only. (Or alternately that clean things are nice. Ikea icons, who knows.) Because everyone buys a plastic cutting board at Ikea because they want to put the time and energy into lovingly handwashing the thing. I realize that not everyone has a dishwasher, but a high enough proportion of people have dishwashers that it seems relevant, and also if I wanted to handwash a cutting board I would get a wooden one. I mean really.
3. I fell on the stairs this morning. Only two of them, did not break the glass I was carrying, did not appear to break the mrissa either. Still and all: I cannot like it.