Saturday, May 19, 2012

Blunt Wit

Absurd musings on life, the universe and nothing

How do you roll (your toilet paper)?

Posted by JD On June - 2 - 2008

No I am not asking, faux gansta, what kind of car your drive or how you view the world at large. My question is more specific to your gender. How do you put the roll of toilet paper on the roller-thingy?
Do you put it on over …

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Or under …

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Apparently 98% of men ‘roll under’ or put the TP on such that you draw it out from underneath whereas 97% of women ‘roll over’ or put it on such that you yank it up and over the top.
So why do I bring up this weird bathroom detail?

Well in writing a story, an author builds up the characters by showing you, the reader, a string of seemingly inconsequential details that when taken together paint a portrait. Each action is like a brushstroke to a painting; every choice a character makes brings a scene on the canvas to life.

So I started to search for other telltale signs of gender and character and my highly empirical inquiry lead to the following discoveries
1. While in the laundry room the vast majority of males wash in only cold water, whereas the females will adjust the water temperature based on their mood.
2. In the kitchen most girls will follow the recipe as written, while most boys will just ‘wing it’.
3. In the bedroom the majority of women struggle unclasping their bra, whereas countless scientific studies have shown that men will get that same bra off in a fraction of the time.
4. And in the Den/TV room, men click on the remote ten times more than women.

So sometime I wonder if art really imitates life or if life itself follows from art. Who sees reality more clearly, those of who live life or those who interpret it through words, pictures or music?

So how do you roll (your toilet paper)?

The ever shortening American attention span

Posted by JD On May - 14 - 2008

So is it just me or is everything there days getting chopped, diced and sliced into ever smaller chunks for our entertainment consumption? Seems like we’ve become a nation of instant gratifiers – give it to me now, give it to me quick, gimme, gimme, gimme.
So back in the good ole days our forefathers had single-moded recreation. They listened to the radio. Or watched TV. Or bowled. Nowadays our diversions stream at us deludgelike and we process information and experiences multi-modally. Meaning, we blog, text, chat, watch Youtube and bowl all at the same time. Television comes at us via snaky cables and ubiquitous satellites with a specific channel for every perversion. The internet fractures our attention even further. We get bombarded with messages like we’re in some sort of primordial multimedia soup.
And back in the day we actually moved our schedule around to accommodate our entertainment and not vice versa. Do you even remember back to the time when you waited for that specific time for your favorite TV show – you know, Thursday night Seinfeld’s. These days with Tivo, YouTube, BitTorrent and internet TV, we watch what we want, when we want to view it. And don’t get me started on lascivious content.
Speaking of which, in the past, our recreation broke distinctly into either high brow or low brow. You either sipped highballs and watched opera or chugged Pabst Blue Ribbon while ogling women wrestling in mud.
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Nowadays the demarcation between high and low brow culture has been blurred. Heck I think they’ve even got a mud wrestling opera cable channel now but I could be wrong. At a minimum everything these days gets sexed up. I mean sex sells, yes, but scantily couples hawking toilet paper …
toilet paper
and vacuums …
vacuum cleaners
Jeesh.
And then there’s blogging. Who has time to read – God forbid – a novel. I mean I break out in hives when I see the polysyllabic length of a USA today newspaper. Give me short snippets of wisdom, entertaining nuggets of laughter, in short, give me blogging or give me a lobotomy.
I figure in time our collective attention spans will shorten to that of the common goldfish – which is to say, 3 seconds.
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