Friday, March 22, 2013

Blogging, Flogging, Jogging and Logging...

As anyone who checks up on this site periodically already knows, I'm shitty at keeping this updated and consistent.  But, in all honesty, I don't really think I've had much to share lately.  The things happening these days are not for public consumption and I'd be a typical and thoughtless character to just toss any old junk on here for you to waste your time on. 

I do feel that the blogging and social media waves that have happened over the last 10 years or so are absolutely watering down legitimate content.  It wasn't always the case that a random drummer for a band could have access to the same soapbox and platform that the President uses.  I barely passed high school English and could not, with a straight face, break down most commonplace grammatical law. 

And here I sit, on a bus in Bristol, England...wondering what the fuck to talk about. 

Sorry, nothing yet.'s a thought. 

I would like to call out to the men of the world to act on a movement of decency and courtesy involving public restroom toilets.  As a man, who by the cruel hand of fate must sit down to tackle my stomach a good 3 times a day, I'd really rather prefer to not sit on a pool of your urine.  It's one of those simple concepts that everyone got yelled at by your mother for, pick up the seat when you pee, put it down when you're done.  If these simple rules are followed, the fabric of human decency and interaction will improve. 

Most men I know who have an issue with this is due to their OCD's and fear that their precious little hands will touch something remotely dirty.  Even though, logically, most public toilets are cleaned once a day.  Even dirty ones get a touch-up every few days.  When is the last time you cleaned your toilet at home everyday?  So I ask you this, frightened Freddies, you're only afraid of touching the remnants of pee from someone you don't know? 

I feel foolish that I need to write this, to call out to humanity to help me.  The time it would save me to pull my pants down and start my business without playing janitor.  Not to mention the serious environmental impact my "barrier" of toilet paper that is most often laid on top has.  I'm sad to say my carbon footprint grows, because you're too lazy or afraid to pick up a seat. 

I'd bet good money that if they did a swab test, your penis is dirtier than the toilet seat.  Maybe you should wash your hands to touch that. 

Ok...hope that was worth your 5 minutes. 


  1. I'd like to CC: women on this too. I'd also like an explanation from the ladies who throw ribbons of toilet paper onto the floor. Why? Throwing yourself a parade? Stop :(

  2. I also hate this soo much. However, I've learned to live with all the stupid people in the world who can make a simple connection to lift the toilet before pissing.

    You should head to Asia. They use bum-sprayers, not toilet paper, and you don't sit on a toilet, you squat into a hole-like ceramic frame. The one way I'd describe it is that western toilets tend to be dry, while Asia toilets tend to be wet. It can take some time to get used to. Then begin to question if a sprayer makes more sense than TP....

    btw, I created a forum for TGA late last year since the dimesdoor one is overkilled with adverts and they refuse to fix it, even after I offered to help. Can I get a shoutout on twitter or here? ?

    Keep up the good music!

  3. I love when someone leaves the little paper ass gasket on the seat too. They used it to protect their own ass, but were afraid to touch their own germs to dispose of it properly.

    The joys of public restrooms.

  4. I'd love to see the blog entries you write that never get published. Because if they are anything like this, I think I would find them incredibly interesting! Thanks for a great entry and a good laugh ;)