Sunday, March 30, 2008

jft fjf

-John 8:34 quote: "Jesus replied, 'I tell you the truth, everyone who sins is a slave to sin.'"-

Whooo... another highly interesting night for dreams. My first recalled dream involved reverting to kindergarten, yet somehow being in piano level 8, which is pretty much only possible if one is born at level 3. The other was about getting an ENORMOUS tarantula as a pet (we're talking large toaster-sized here, bigger than any actual spider I know of!), feeding it yellow liquid, and trying to keep it from going down the drain. In case you're scratching your head at the moment, well, I originally tried to feed him in the sink, and he also shrunk to a small fraction of his "real" size when hungry, small enough to almost slip down the drain a couple times. The drain, by the way, kept opening because beetles would crawl up out of it and push it up, even when I closed it first. Ummmmmmm... no, I didn't become lucid. I marvel at my density.

The Tragedy of Hand Soap: essentially, it smells like, eh, well, the charming Mandarin euphemism for this is "long convenience". Hand soap smells like a "long convenience", which I suppose should be expected, since it lurks in the bathroom all day, absorbing the aerosolized flush aromas (to utterly gross yourself out, try this: fill the toilet bowl with blue dye, then hold a piece of paper several feet above it. Flush. Observe the blue specks now adhering to the paper. You'll never want to flush again).

The worst part is, no one really needs to use hand soap in their daily endeavors. Technically, no one has to even use water, actually, as sand and palm fronds can sterilize the hands just as well if rubbed against them vigorously. But I've literally gotten to the point of sensitivity that someone several feet away billows out a clearly detectable cloud of soapreek after a visit to the "comfort room" (another charming Asian euphemism, though this one's from the Philippines).

Guess I should be thankful we don't still use tallow soap.

Reality check. And please, easy on the clean.

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