A Day in the Life of Chaos

If you were to ask someone what the most wonderful invention of the 21st Century is or actually more likely what the most wonderful invention of the 20th Century was, a debate would certainly ensue.  Some would say the cell phone, personally I think they should be locked away in a sound proof room with nothing but custom ring tones buzzing in their ears.  Others might say the computer still others the DVD.  For my money, there is only one answer and it is likely the farthest one from your mind.  No, its not frozen yogurt, it's the electronic bidet.  "The electronic what?" Bidet is one of those words most Americans probably can't even say correctly.  "Bid-ET.  What the hell is a Bid-ET?"  My son certainly didn't know when on our first trip to Italy he promptly went to the bathroom and took a dump in one.  He was then surprised when he couldn't find the flush handle.  No for those inside America a bidet is a simple little basin often accompanying toi

Is a person with an obsessive compulsive personality born with it or can it just happen?  I never really thought about the answer to that question as I laughed my way through every episode of Monk, the story of an obsessive compulsive private detective.  Monk is never far from a hand wipe.  Luckily he always has an assistant ready to hand him one after each door opened, each hand shaken.   Recently however a state of enlightened consciousness obtained while sitting on the holiest of holy thrones has provided an answer.  There is not much to do in the moments while you wait for nature to take its course.  Some read, some hum.   I tend to just speculate on who else is in my throne room by the shoes that they wear.  Of course all the while I keep my own shoes well within the boundaries of my stall to avoid any Larry Craig incident. When a toilet flushes you hear them rise to their feet.  They slide the lock to the stall and venture out into the bathroom.  At this point a decision is