Ten years.
2001 was the last time I had ready access to a dishwasher.
Today has been a long time coming.
Yes, that is a photo of my dishwasher. It's an amazing machine that turns dirty dishes into clean ones using only electrons and water.
I also have a machine that does the same thing for clothes. I've used these before, but they also required little metal disks that one had to visit a bank that was only open at inconvenient hours to acquire.
And most importantly, the center of any male household, the entertainment center.
It's in front of the fireplace because, really, who wants a volatile chemical reaction that requires constant feeding of hard-to-acquire organics, decreases the oxygen concentration and produces unregulated heat output. Instead it's a 47" 5.1 all-digital HD theater with high-speed internet for media streaming. Way better.
Putting two adult males in a single college apartment is a lot like the junk drawer--everything goes in, gets moved around until it fits, and is mostly ignored until its needed. Now, I not only have room for everything, I have a room for everything. I've discovered an office is an amazing room where you can put all your stuff that society frowns on. Apparently guns in the dining room and soldering irons in the living room aren't exactly kosher. BUT, turn an office into sporting goods storage and a laboratory, and it's dandy.