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Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Fight, Fight, Fight!

Who is the saddest girl in the world?

The girl who is up at 10:22 pm, trolling the internet to find out why Jon Gosselin of Jon and Kate + 8 was wearing an IU t-shirt on that horrible mess of a show last night.


Monday, May 04, 2009

If It's Yellow

There are some things I just don't understand. I don't understand why people cook with margarine and not butter. I don't understand people who are not motivated by food. I don't understand spending money to vote for television show winners.

And I don't understand people who don't flush the toilet.

I mean, what is that about? Seriously. I mean, you've clearly learned, at some point, how to use the facility. You know how it works. You know where everything goes. You know there is water involved. You clearly must be aware there is a handle on the back of the tank. So how is it that you don't actually touch the handle?

Now, I'm not talking about scary bathrooms. I'm not talking about holes in the floor or places that clearly haven't been cleaned since the Ford Administration. Or toilets that are completely unable and unwilling to flush. Or when you're at the summer place and no one wants to call out the septic guy until absolutely necessary. I'm talking about people's homes! Or bathrooms in the workplace! Where people come to clean daily! And...you know, people go!

I understand there's a learning curve. I understand that a five-year-old might be so excited by the episode of Dora that the flushing thing? It just plain skipped their mind. However, I've been coming across this more and more. At work, like, where adults are in the bathroom every five minutes. What. The. Hell?

Have we come to the point where we need bathroom monitors? Perhaps bathroom facilities in Eastern Europe aren't just staffing old ladies in their bathrooms to give pensioners something to do with their days. They are really there to make sure we flush. Maybe we in the States can learn a lesson here, particularly in our advanced state of economic decomposition. Perhaps the day isn't too far out when we have to place ads for monitors.

"Wanted: Flusher."