A Poll about Public Health and Interest

When does something stop being what it is and become trash? Take food, for example. Suppose that you have a lunch that has been packed and somehow it ends up in the trash. Is it still edible or is it considered trash? Let's take that one step further. Suppose your lunch, still in the bag, was thrown away not into a trash can but into a dumpster. Would you retrive it out of the dumpster and eat it or would that be too gross? Would the five second rule be applicable here? Would it have to sit in the dumpster for a certain length of time before it became trash?
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While we are on the subject of odd habits, let's bring up this one interestingly curious thing. This in no way should reflect on myself today. It happened a long time ago.
When I was a little kid, my grandparents used to take our family, and by family I mean my family and Greggo's family, skiing every few years for Christmas. It was always a lot of fun. Me, being the conniving Ringleader I am, planned solid for a year with my cousins to instigate a snowball fight between the cousins (myself and Uncle Rico, Kid1-3) and the adults. We had drawings of huge snow forts with moats and caves we were going to make. Uncle Rico and I began working on a cannon we were going to ship UPS to Colorado guaranteed to deliver pounds of snow upon any unsuspecting target. We were going to freeze water balloons to throw. One day I came up with the brilliant idea to throw stink-snowballs. They would explode in a puff of flower-wilting stench upon impact. Imagine the power one would have if it hit someone. So, I began saving my toenail clippings. I had a little cylinder that would unscrew at the top to store things and all my clippings went in there. I thought since feet smell, the clippings would ferment for a while and, when deposited into a snowball, would cover it with a stench that would be wretched to smell. Sadly, this fight never happened and I forgot about the clippings, until years later when my cousin, Kid3, found them and dumped them out on the floor in my room. A story from my dark days.

Coming next time, a poll on public health and interest.

Happy Birthday Kid2!!!

Challenge from the last post is still open until Saturday at midnight. Get those entries in.

Five facts about myself:

1. Once, at work, I brought a lunch consisting of a banana, a PBJ sandwich, and some chips or something. I ended up going out to lunch that day so my lunch sat in my desk drawer... for two months. I was so entranced with the mold growth I kept it in my glove box for a while after that, until it was discovered and thrown into the parking lot of Arby's. Who remembers that?

2. Right now I am driving a car that seems to use a quarter of a tank of gas on a turn. Seriously. I turn a corner, and the needle goes from half a tank to a quarter, and then right back up. So ghetto. I want my car back.

3. I despise having nuts in my desserts. Candy does not count. Candy is a snack, not a dessert.

4. I secretly enjoy staring down little kids in public places who are doing something they shouldn't be doing when their parents aren't watching them.

5. I cut my head at work on Sunday and I have no idea how. I don't even remember ever hitting my head.

Contest of the Week:
1) xenophobia - irrational fear of strangers or unfamiliar surroundings

2) trench mouth - infection of the mouth and gums marked by ulcers on the mucous membranes; it often occurs as a secondary infection of malnourished or debilitated people
3) slough - seperation of dead matter or tissue from normal or living tissue

4) somnambulism - sleepwalking

5) gumma - soft tumor--a granuloma--characteristics of the tertiary stage of syphilis and found in the liver, brain, and other tissues

Coming next post: an curious little story about my shady past.