Where's The Beef?

This question, and others, will not be answered here. Instead, we will set our sights much lower.

This drawing from last July shows our initial solution to the horribly hot and humid weather: a tepid little fan from the '70's, lodged into the open window. It wafted scalding, sloppy air into the room, which only reinforced and amplified our feeling of misery.

Shortly, we replaced the fan with Ingrid, a monolithic, white, no-nonsense air conditioner on wheels. She was somehow able to wring a 5 gallon bucket of water out of the air in about an hour and a half, which was kind of appalling. Even more appalling was when we would occassionally forget to empty the bucket and it would spill over into the luxurious thick pile shag carpeting...