Blender Poetry

I love the excellent chink-chink-chinking ice against metal sound that it makes
when it pulverizes ice cubes.

I love the way the frost creeps up the side of the steel container when I'm
blending something cold.

I love the way the heavy-duty rubber and steel parts don't twist or click, they
drop into place with a solid thunk.

I love its nifty industrial, cold war, "I could survive a nuclear holocaust"
50's appearance.

I love that it has a toggle switch, something sorely lacking on most 21st
century appliances.

I love that it weighs enough to remain totally motionless even when I throw in a
frozen watermelon and a handful of rocks.

I love that it crushes ice into silk.

I love that I have never found a lump in my Myoplex.

...sigh