Paul Newman and Dishwashers

Alright, I'm beginning an experiment in siphoning out the crap in my brain into a blog. This could be moderately scary since the voice in my head is bolder, crasser and loopier than I am in person. All those psychological defense mechanisms and blockers get in the damn way. So...as I was walking to the gym today I was thinking about dishwashers and how amazing they are and the odd things people put into them. Where else can you clean dishes, wash a ball cap, sanitize sex toys and poach salmon? Okay, maybe not all of you do all those things with YOUR dishwasher but you could if you wanted to. (side rant, I'm prone to ending sentences with prepositions so get over it if that offends you.) Anyhow, the thing that intrigues me the most is the salmon. The other items--I could see where you might consider cleaning that item in the dishwasher but who the hell looks at their dishwasher and says "Hey, honey. I was thinking about tossing a fish in the dishwasher for dinner, you want some?" Ewh. WTF!!! I've heard that it does a good job of cooking salmon but where did this idea originate? I suspect that whoever thought of it was probably in some altered state or had recently watched Mary Stuart Masterson iron grilled cheese sandwiches in Benny and Joon.  Well, that's my soapbox on dishwasher dining. Anyway, I also have been thinking about Paul Newman's death. He was/is my favorite actor. He's that guy that if I ever wanted to be a man, I would have been him. Beautiful, classy, progressive, intelligent, funny, daring....and I almost forgot---talented. He had so many iconic moments: riding the bike in Butch Cassidy, eating 50 eggs in Cool Hand Luke,  his shenanigans in The Sting and his chemistry with Joanne in The Long, Hot Summer. I'm grateful I have so many amazing performances I can continue to enjoy even though he's gone.