QOTD 147: Fece of Enlightenment.

In our crazy, bustling, always-on, always connected, always dialed in world, solitude is a commodity. Funny then, that most folks find solitude in their commode.

Because you asked for it, let’s talk about poops! Are you a bathroom reader? web-browser? Ever had a profound thought or idea or life changing revelation while on the John? 

What’s the worst thing you’ve done to your poor, poor porcelin god?

I have one story. I woke up on highschool graduation day with a
splitting headache. Having no idea was food poisoning was, I figured I
was out of the woods once I puked – well I was out of the woods and into
the bathroom with the runs.

Thankfully I survived
graduation, and received a packet with all my medical records – stuff
from essentially preschool to senior year – nurses visits, vaccinations,
etc etc. Seeing as how I would be spending the remainder of the day on
the john and / or entertaining the poor saps who came to the graduation
party I would be merely a ghost at – I was excited to read this packet
and catch up on a little bit of mestory.

However, I
kept seeing words like percentile, and this strange acronym IEP over and
over again throughout my grade-school records. Inbetween violent bursts
of sadness from my ass, I started to think about some of those extra
classes I took in grade school with teacher assistants – and who else
was IN those classes with me, how poor my hand writing and math skills
were… and it hit me. Holy fuck. Was I…retarded?

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Check out my article on Booking Revolution. I talk about it enough that I figured I should put all the thoughts down somewhere. 

Also check out my article on how you can make The Xbox One a decent machine.