“Yeah, there are too many Jews in chess. They seem to have taken away the class of the game. They don’t seem to dress so nicely, you know. That’s what I don’t like.”

(Found on Portrait of a Genius As a Young Chess Master)

Last month, the Reassembler blog wanted his reader(s) to vote for what he should blog about next. And we clamored for #4: The debatable value of trying too hard to win.

Not wishing for good topics to go to waste, Wahrheit took the initiative in creating #3: Link love. (And I have to give a special shout-out to Wahrheit: since mentioning Donnie’s “improving” FICS rating, Donnie hasn’t won, slapping him back to reality. You don’t know how tiring it was to hear him brag about “I’m almost 1900!” every single meeting.)

And this e-mail I got from Mrs. Reassembler gave me a perfect opportunity to create a post for #6: Put a sock in it, Slater!

Dear Mascot,

I need your help. My husband is normally a wonderful man, but there is one thing that’s driving me crazy! HE NEVER PUTS HIS DIRTY CLOTHES IN THE LAUNDRY BASKET. I have to gather up his clothes off the floor everytime! Help!

Thanks,

Mrs. Reassembler

This is a tough one. For the first cycle in your husband’s training, we’ll start him off with socks, then we’ll work up to shirts and jeans.

Step 1: Take off a dirty sock

Step 2: Walk over to the laundry basket (Warning: can require effort if you don’t happen to be close by)

Step 3: Put a sock in it!