Tuesday, August 08, 2006
I had trouble sleeping last night. I ended up going to bed at about 12:00. I set my alarm for 5:00 am. I “snoozed” it a bunch of times until 7:00 am. That means I “snoozed” for more than ¼ of my sleeping session. Why did the alarm clock industry call the “snooze button" a “snooze button"? Why not a “doze”, “sleep”, or “slumber” button? They really should have called it a “re-awaken button".
I went to a defensive driving class last night. It was completely useless and stupid. I think I will blog another blog about it.
Speaking of stupid things, my sister used to live in a house with a composting toilet in it. It was basically a port-a-potty inside the house, and it had a crank on the side to churn up the human waste. I suppose it somehow disappeared after a while. But, it was not made to be emptied. It was really something! I guess you have to sell the house when it gets full. It is comparable to cutting a hole in your bathroom floor, and shitting into that.
I don’t know about you guys, but after I evacuate my bowels I don’t want my business loitering in my house for too long. Why would anybody put one of these in their house? A cardboard/wax paper chute that directs the waste outside the house is a better idea.
How about a human litter box? that is a pretty funny mental picture, to see an adult trying to use a giant litter box! LOL! Seriously though, it isn't a far stretch from this composting toilet. If my sister called me up and told me that she is using a giant litter box now, I swear I wouldn't bat an eyelid.
When I stayed there one time when I was 15 or so, me and my friend started tearing down some old building that was on her property. On a total whim, we actually got some tools and started dismantling this old house, and burning it right there on the spot. I don’t know why we did that.
I might be buying a investiment house here soon. A bank owns it because it forclosed on it. My dad is coaching me to undercut them. He is quite the negotiator. I would say that he is serious about 5% of the time, and he gets serious when it is time to negotiate. He and I had a serious discussion last night about how to deal with the bank that owns the house. Here are some funny phrases that my dad used to discribe bankers:
"they wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire"
" [bankers] are lower than whale-shit on the bottom of the ocean."
He doesn't hate bankers, in fact he has a friend that is one. He was just trying to convince me to be tough with them, and really get a good deal.
I'll keep you posted.