First off, I realized that I havn't posted any pictures on my blog since I got back from my trip out West

(save one of my sister and I) and so I shall try to maintain a more visual aspect to this blog... starting now with a Canada-like picture I took in May.
I would now like to speak on
gravity prone toilet seats. Many of us have encountered these in one of our endless and repeated trips to the bathroom throughout our lives. Girls may not know of the trials and tribulations of gravity prone toilet seats but guys do. GPTS's exist when the hinges of the toilet seat are too loose to stay up and when you lift the seat to go pee it slams back down on the toilet's rim (and thus why guys, being the ones that stand to pee more often, know of this better). The last gravity prone toilet seat I encountered was at my girlfriend's house, who at that point was a new friend that I'd met in math class. The bathroom with the GPTS was located right beside her kitchen; and I've never understood having a bathroom right beside the kitchen... who in the kitchen wants to hear another person's bathroom sounds while your preparing or eating food? Who wants to hear another person's bathroom sounds period? ("bathroom sounds" is a polite way of saying "ploops and plops" as well as "tinkles and flushes"). Anyways, at the time Lori was a cute girl from class and this was one of the first times I was at her house. Being a human I needed to use the facilities eventually and went to the GPTS rigged bathroom while she was in the kitchen. I'm trying to minimize my "bathroom sounds" since she's in the next room but before I can even proceed to produce any bathroom sounding sounds I lift up the seat, let go, and before I can react SLAM! it falls right back down onto the rim. Now I'm sure she's heard this and am a little embarassed at sounding like, after 2+ decades of living in North America, I still don't know how to use the commode. So I lift the seat again, slower this time. It falls as expected but I catch it. To make a short story that I've made long short again, I wound up leaning to the side and propping up the seat with my knee as I peed. Hooah! Man triumphs over machine again.
Gravity prone toilet seats was one of the things I previously mentioned would be coming up in a subsequent post. When I think of little ideas I jot them down; GPTS's was one of those, and another was
"things spilling in bags". However, looking back upon my notes, I have no clue what kind of things spill in bags and thus cannot make any sort of informed post about things spilling in bags. Sorry.

Lastly, I'd like to plug my favourite "night" to attend. Wednesday nights at Call the Office in Londontown brings us
FUNK NIGHT! Funk music all night long, a nicely mixed crowd, dancing, chillen, a patio, drinks of course if you want, and those crazy breakdancers are usually hanging around there too. Pictured to the left is one of those bboys doing a little toprock whilst sporting a shirt his gf bought him that reads "My New Fighting Technique Is Unstoppable". Helpful Hint: Things get going at funk night around 1130ish but if you come later than midnight you risk lineups.
Tis all. Find and listen to these songs:
Talib Kweli - Just to Get By
Lyn Collins - Rock Me Again & Again & Again & Again & Again & Again
Stevie Wonder - Signed, Sealed, Delivered (I'm Yours)
revolution this!
dazz.
[The difference between my parents and I: They say "It's already midnight" and I say "It's ONLY midnight"]