I believe that I may have finally put an end to my guerilla war against my fridge which has been going on since I moved in.
Basically, the bastard has been trying to kill me. It has some form of resentment towards me because I make it store my perishables. Since that happens to be his function in life I think it is a reasonable ask really.
It all started the other day at breakfast time. There I am in my semi-conscious morning state, trying to work out the basic physics of pouring milk on cereal because somehow my milk was....solid?! It was still well within its use by date. Why was I about to be poisoned with solid milk?
Next day, I fancy some cheese. But, HEY....WAIT A MINUTE!!! there is fluff on my cheese. Geez I only bought that 3 days ago. Grrrrrr! I will not die due to fluffy cheese.
The final straw had been snapped! I checked that my fridge did in fact have power and it did. So I was paying for things to not be cold?! That dastardly son of a freezer!
It turns out that I had been tricked by some kind of field of illogicality surrounding my fridge. You see, when I moved in, my fridge was set on 5. 5! My food will never be kept cool enough on five, so I turned it down to 1. But apparently, 5 is the coldest. The highest number = the lowest number! What the...?!!!!! *angry face*
This is the most illogical system ever. Surely it would make sense to have 5 = 5 Celsius and 0 = 0 Celsius. Not t'other way around!
This system makes about as much sense as saying, 'Oh yeah, I love that guy, he's so nice. He's at least 4 Hitlers.' Who would fucking say that?!!!!! It's also like saying, 'Man, that is tasty....tasty as shit!' ....OK, so some idiots would actually say that because if something is .....as shit then apparently that's good? ....but it doesn't draw away from my point that this system is ridiculous.
Yet another reason the whole world should simply revert to the 'Scale of Whale' and forget all this mathematics nonsense...