As it is a Friday, rapid blog it shall be. I will discuss my potential to add another reader, bathrooms, and, of course, Lent. Let’s do this thing.
So I recently1 mentioned my blogging for all of Lent to my father, who now most likely will be reading my blog periodically to be astonished by one of the following: 1) my incredible creativity and writing ability or 2) my ability to overanalyze almost everything that occurs in every day life. I’m not sure which way we’re leaning, but I’ll report back as new information comes to the fore. I also now wonder if I’ve said anything that could be considered offensive, or that you wouldn’t want your parents to read. I don’t think so, but there is one blog about someone he knows and admires2, so if he figures out who I’m talking about there that might be awkward3. There you go; that’s a hint, Dad. Happy hunting.
A recent post by T-E-double T-L caught my eye and brought to boil a thought that had been simmering for quite a while4. In essence, it relates to the desire for all bathrooms to be completely automatic or just give it up, because what’s the point? While I don’t particularly care, I do find the recent obsession with cleanliness in the bathroom interesting, and do generally agree that for the germaphobes out there this would be for the best. What I don’t particularly understand is a behavior I see at my work quite often: after washing ones hands at the sink, which, by the way, is not automatic but requires one to turn an analog faucet, these people dry off with paper towels and then hit the handicap door entry mechanism to automatically open the door. This goes part and parcel with Tett’s thesis on having everything automatic, except in our case the bathroom is the exact reverse of his: nothing is automatic except the door. So I think to myself5, is a bathroom door handle THAT disgusting? I mean, is it any more dirty and germ-ridden than a normal door handle which you will shortly be touching after leaving the bathroom? Personally, I wash my hands to remove any potential urinary or fecal matter that may have mysteriously made its way to my precious hands, but I don’t fear the reaper microscopically hidden on the door handle, which makes me a bit of a freak at the office. I actually had one guy say to me, “Hey kid, let me teach you something. See this here? It opens the door automatically, so you don’t have to touch the handle!” I then watched him walk down to the Merrill office and open the door…. with his hands! My money is on that door, which sees significantly more traffic, having the higher germ count. So in the end, I don’t think it makes that much sense to worry about germs in the bathroom, but I certainly do still wash my hands in there.
Finally, on to Lent, I didn’t work out today as it is Friday, and I don’t like to get disgustingly sweaty if I’m going to be hanging out with the peeps later. Or at least, not without a shower beforehand. See? I’m considerate like that. I haven’t eaten meat all day either, which is pretty solid, and I’ve got a cheese pizza targeted on the horizon, so I should be able to make it through another Friday. And with that said, I shall return to the Game Show Network upstairs.
Catch you on the flipside.
1 Recently as in minutes ago.
2 As do I, generally speaking, but this person fell in my eyes after this particular incident.
3 Maybe not though, since I think we see eye to eye on issues involving racism.
4 In an unrelated matter, Tett decided to show off that he doesn’t proof read his blogs while I have admitted that I do. However, I choose to believe that this is because my fingers can’t keep up with my thoughts, so I have to go back in and correct typos and fill in thoughts that my fingers neglected to type. It’s a tough life when your brain is as powerful as mine, processing data more quickly than the time it takes to send synapses to your fingers.
5 What a wonderful world. Yeah, that’s what pops into my mind when I think to myself…5
