It’s a great time of year. The weather changes. More sports opportunities become available. Nature blooms. Easter Jeep Safari happens. Easter happens. The outside becomes unavoidably enticing. Children fly kites. Surfers go surfing.
To bring two of these things crashing together: what if Jeep Safari and Surf Safari got mixed in with each other? What if the beach was only reachable by 4-wheel drive vehicle? What if the desert trails led to the ocean?
In my humble opinion, there would be more people interested in both surfing and off-roading, not fewer. I think adventure draws people. Sometimes, to draw people to a challenge, all that is needed is the promise of adventure.
Consider flying a kite. Even though the person doing the flying isn’t in the air, they love to get the kite up there. They love to watch the kite fly because they put it up there. The string becomes a tether to the possibility of adventure. (And maybe it’s high time we start an Easter Kite Safari?)
Consider any Springtime activity, you might notice how people are drawn to adventure or the possibility of it.
There will be writing about toilets and such in this episode, so if you’re not in the mood for crass talk, you may want to read another post like this one.
The image above is reportedly of a toilet room built over an elevator shaft.
What is your immediate reaction?
After seeing this on someone’s Twitter page, I was intrigued by the number of ladies who said they’d rather pee on the carpet outside that room than go in there and have to look down the shaft while they did their business. To be honest, I didn’t read one comment of a woman saying she would want to go in there and use the toilet. They all denied. There were a lot of jokes about not being constipated any more and about premature bowel movements, but no one who said they’d be brave enough to go in there.
These were the reactions of the women, and quite honestly, most of the men who responded.
Then there’s me. My immediate reaction was, “Why’d they cover up the hole? I want to see it and hear how it sounds to pee forty feet down.”
Granted this was a tiny cross-section of society responding, but the majority of the women were glad it was an abandoned elevator shaft. The men were wishing it wasn’t, so they could wave at people twenty feet below while they birthed a log bass.
“Hello down there! While you’re traveling up from the basement, I’m sending things down.”
So here, in this one picture, we arrive at the difference between men and women. One is for sure there’s no way, and the other is curious to know more. Is it always like this? Of course not. At times, the roles are reversed. For instance, a woman is sometimes curious to know when the man she knows will mature, while the man almost never is (curious to know when he’ll mature). Then again, if we’re talking about immaturity, we’re not talking about men, but boys.
And there, right in the middle of that idea, is another difference between men and women. Women mature faster. They grow out of the prepubescent fascination with bodily functions much faster than the male specimens of humanity do. Men linger like a bathroom smell.
Fact, dude. Fact.
Here’s another interesting phenomenon, though it’s not gender-specific: some people are hotter than others.
I’ve spoken to many couples over the years and it’s interesting to me to see there is always one of them who is hot. Not talking about beauty or attractiveness or appeal. This is pure metabolism. One of them, the man or the woman, is always wanting the heat turned up, the other wants it down.
People get married and realize the difference between them. He says, “She’s always hot.” She giggles, and he expounds, “But she won’t let me warm up my feet on hers.” Then she laughs louder and says, “Keep your toe-cicles off me.”
The only thing I can’t figure out is why I’ve never run into a couple with the same metabolism in both the man and the woman. I’ve never heard of a married couple with two matching metabolisms. There’s always one with a high metabolism and the other with a slow metabolism.
It makes me wonder if that’s part of the attraction. Were they dating and held hands and the man was attracted to her because her hand cooled his off? Was she attracted too because he warmed her up?
Was she thinking, “Oh yeah, I’ll sleep much better with him keeping my feet warm.”? And was he thinking she would never want to warm her feet on his?
Hello! Was he wrong!
Was he thinking it was only her hands that were cold? Did the realization that her feet were cold take him by surprise that first time?
None of this is to say that the differences are bad. In fact without the differences, life would be so bland and monotonous. Wouldn’t it?
To paraphrase a movie that does not have a theme of milk and cookies, or even a central plot point of milk and cookies (or, as far as I can remember, any prop of milk and cookies).
And that is the point of this particular ‘barchive * post. If you’re new to my articles and rants and sometimes-mentions of mountain biking, then you’ll be well informed to know these posts are not always the same. I find article content steeped in tradition, or one-topic-only ‘blogs, to be rather dull. Though they may be specialized and informative, they don’t catch my interest. They don’t keep my attention. So I’d rather view the world, life, and even the collective observations through a much broader lens.
If you’re new to my site and are wondering, “What is it all about?” well, it’s about anything and everything. At times it’s about Guitar Superheroes, at others it’s about science, and still others it’s about biking up and down those hills large enough to be called mountains.
Should you feel a bit like me and you don’t want to have the same conversation every time you run into someone, then you’ll probably appreciate my posts. Your wide range of interests will find a home here.
There’s bound to be something that doesn’t capture your interest, and I get that. I’m not interested in all the same things as everyone else. You may not be interested in the same things as me. At least here you won’t be tormented like you are with that uncle of yours who tells the same joke every single time you meet him. This is not your uncle’s platform.
For sterilization, the alcohol has a high percentage of efficiency. Not many germs can survive when subjected to alcohol.
Some of us even thought our hands wouldn’t survive when smothered in the stuff.
It has a strong odor because it evaporates almost immediately. Regardless of whether it has scents added, or left by itself, the evaporation is inescapable.
No small number of people has grown accustomed to the smell of alcohol. Still, there are many who are done with the smell of it on their hands, and other people’s hands, from here to eternity.
True we couldn’t have survived without it, but the only reason we keep it around is because it works, not because we enjoy the smell.
Killing germs isn’t all, alcohol also has a cooling effect. It can leave surfaces pleasantly cool to the touch.
Although it can cool things, it can also dry them. If you use alcohol to sterilize your hands, you may find your hands cracking. They look like they’re shrinking out of sight.
One of the best solutions is aloe. The aloe plant has amazing moisture inside which can help skin heal.
Recently, I did a thing. I entered two different screenplays in two different competitions.
One contest was for general spec scripts while the other was more specifically for comedies. I’m planning on entering more contests, since I have several more screenplays. I’ve got a couple more comedies, a sci-fi, a script that would work best as a computer animated feature, and a TV series. These two competitions I mentioned are the only ones which were open early 2021, so obviously I’m holding on to the other works. As the other competitions come open I’ll enter those as well.
There are multiple reasons these competitions are good.
They have a deadline. If you’re like me, you’ll just keep on writing and writing, entering the fantasy worlds of your mind, never letting anyone ever see what you’ve produced, and keep it all to yourself. With a deadline (or should we say “due date”?), you’re forced to publicly share those worlds at a certain specified time. Without that time limit, the tendency to keep up the old habits is tremendous. Yeah, I’m expressing my own habits here. If you don’t relate, form your own habits.
With some competitions there is promise of exposure. Flowing right out of the previous reason, this is a way to share the fantastic, bombastic, and quite often plastic worlds swirling around the imagination. Likewise, someone out there might be needing the very escapism you’ve been enjoying in your daydreams. Someone out there might be ready to pay for the brand of art you create. Let the consumers of entertainment know you have something to offer by putting your name and your art out there.
Prizes. There are monetary prizes and swag for the winners and runners-up in these contests, so why not make the attempt? It’s a motivation of sorts. If other motivations such as pleasure in the work don’t get you moving, then possibly prize money will.
Suspense. Believe it or not, the writer of fiction needs to know how to describe suspense. What better way is there than being knee-deep in anticipation to teach a person what suspense feels like? The due date looms—that’s suspense. The announcement of the winners is coming—that’s suspense.
The BRAG. Number 5, and my final reason, is for bragging rights. If you think I brag too much entering the contests, just wait ’til I win.
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