Seizure Salad

The Foot Flusher

There is a woman at work who flushes the toilet with her foot.

How do I know? I have been stuck beside her in a stall a few times and have curiously "observed" via feet-view only that she a) immediately upon entry grabs reams and reams of toilet paper, presumably to put on the seat before she wizzes and b) turns around after wizzing, and flushes with her foot.

I have recognized her by her shoes. I know who she is. I find her fear of germs sad, and the fact that she deposits all of the scum of Toronto during a garbage strike from the bottom of her shoe onto the handle for the next person to get on their hands.

There are a lot of germ-o-phobes where I work. I find myself sitting on the crapper fascinated by people who come in, wash their hands twice, wiz, wash their hands twice again and then open the door using a paper towel. You can almost tell which ones are going to be this way - they are often overly made-up, concerned with appearance and kind of prissy. I'd say 10% of the female component of my office falls somewhat into this category.

I have no analysis...I'm just sayin.

Hey! Check out some Leonids tunes.

It's harder to post, to keep up in the summer. Not sure why? Less introspective with all of this daylight?

The little band is finally done our debut e.p., and it's just about ready to be shown to the world. We are quite proud, the kind of proud that only comes from a lot of hard work. The promotion of the thing seems daunting - in this city (Toronto) it's such an uphill battle to get noticed. Especially when your band is a bit long of tooth and grey of hair...in this magical land of young punks with band names that sound like something you might shout at your friend across a parking lot rather than a descriptive... ah well. We're going with the 'seasoned veterans' angle, hopefully it works in our favour.

Spinning, hardly any. Knitting - pretty behind on 2 baby gifts for 2 of my best friends. My ADD brain is finding it very hard to do anything, anything at all right now for longer than 5 minutes. The only thing I seem to be able to concentrate on for any length of time is bread making.

I've gotten hooked on a silly TV show - True Blood. Romance and vampires, so of the moment - but I can't stop watching 4 episodes in a row on the internet. We seem a little culturally preoccupied with vampires at the moment. I myself remember getting a Scholastic book as a kid from school about movie monsters, and I was pretty obsessed with ol' Dracula after that. Maybe every het woman secretly wants a romantic, blank slate kind of guy to drain them of their life essence after glamouring them into lack of will...damn, put that way it sounds rather horrible.

Speaking of romance, I have been thinking about pitching a few e-book publishers of romance fiction for some stories. Once I found out there was a SF romance genre, I was all over it - thinking of things I can do to drum up some extra money to save up to buy a condo. It's just not happening with my ultra high rent...can't save a fucking dime it seems. Maybe I could get my shit together and write a few romance in space stories for bucks? Does this seem crazy? I started my research here and found it to be...pornographic! Holy doodle. The genre has changed since my mother's Harlequins my friends...wish me luck. Maybe if I ascend the ranks and get really well known, they can do a book cover for me with Fabio is a space-suit.