Tuesday, August 08, 2006

composting toilet

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."

good stuff.

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.


Comments:
That is pretty gross to have that toilet in the house. Might as well have a compost pile in the house too. It's too inconvient to have to walk outside to poop, but not too inconvenient to take food compost out?
 
Your Dad is the best. I think he should call up his old friend George Washington and see if he can pull any strings for you. Funny blogs man
 
we didn't get that investment house, someone bought it yesterday, and we made an offer today! what a bummer.
 
that sucks hey tim that is the same sister we went out to help once when u had the blue truck, how long has she lived "off the earth"
 
the one and the same.
 
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