Daily Ambivalence - a delicate treatment on urinals

At my work the men's bathroom on the 6th floor has two urinals. One is a "tall" urinal and one is a "short" urinal.

Every once in a while I walk into the bathroom and there is only one other guy there and for some reason he has chosen to use the short urinal.

That raises many questions.

Why did my employer even install a short urinal, for one? I've thought about this and the only logical reason is that we must employ underage workers at night after everyone has gone home. That's surprising because my employer is well regarded in our community. I can't believe we are willing to take such an obvious PR risk. I would take a stand against this egregious practice, maybe do a little picketing or pass around flyers, but I like money.

I also wonder about guys who choose a short urinal when they could use a tall urinal. Their mothers probably really hated them.

A delicate treatment on urinals . . . eh.

Daily Ambivalence - creepy attics where there's actually stuff in the attic

Any time you watch a movie there is that whole "suspension of disbelief" thing the director and writer expect you to do.

That seems a little presumptuous to me but people do it, so . . . whatever.

Seems to me like we could organize, maybe establish a charter, start demanding fair compensation for every belief suspension. I've brought this up at dinner parties during polite conversation but it never gets any traction.

But back to attics. I struggle to suspend my disbelief when I see a young female in a movie climb into a creepy attic where there is actually stuff in the attic. Usually it's lots of stuff. I don't get it. The only stuff in my attic is joists and insulation.

Yep, Ardmore and Hollywood

I can see how reality might complicate filmmaking for a filmmaker, especially if the screenplay calls for the storyline to fall somewhere inside the horror genre. Creepy attics are kind of a standard there. Whenever I see one of these movies though, I just keep picturing wooden joists, maybe a crossbeam.

I wonder if other people will ever realize that the only place in the world where attics actually contain stuff is in Hollywood? That and Ardmore, Oklahoma.

Creepy attics where there's actually stuff in the attic . . . eh.

Daily Ambivalence - balsa wood

Yeah, you say balsa wood and people typically think of insubstantial, lightweight things.

Kind of tragic, really.

Nobody remembers the story behind the name, how Wilbur Balsa had a genetic disease that caused his body to convert corn directly into fat. To the point where Wilbur ballooned to over 900 hundred pounds and he couldn't leave his parent's movie/game room. Not much he could do about changing his diet because he lived in Nebraska. Didn't help that his fingers got so thick he couldn't hold a spoon or fork. Just special-order corn holders.

With the title above referencing balsa wood and then the body of this blog discussing an unhealthy, morbidly obese corn fan, you probably thought I was going in the direction of a coffin made out of balsa wood so the pallbearers could carry it.

No, Wilbur died in a house fire - or should have - but that's when the townsfolk discovered he was a vampire.

A wood salesman from Equador happened to be in town so, you know. Balsa wood stakes wouldn't have been my first choice, but they did the job apparently.

Balsa wood . . . eh.

JK Rowling reads my blog

Coincidence? I think not. Still, I'm not going to let it go to my head.

Yours in blogging, Sir CK Edwards.