giving up

I felt today a feeling I don't often feel, which is that in defecating, I was giving something up. To whom, I do not know. What I would do with it if I didn't shit it out, I also do not know. It wasn't exactly possessiveness either or territoriality. But maybe a big sadness that you're always imperfect, always have more shit to excrete, and you can never be at stasis. And the surrendering of this thing that seems like part of your body, at least temporarily, is a small tragedy. Just musing here.

a way of seeing oneself

 I wonder how many people out there think of themselves as doo doo butts?

trip to Brasil

It just occurred to me that getting your butt clean via the wiping method is probably a lot easier if you have removed the hair from your buttcrack. Maybe that's why people do waxing etc?

I was thinking Perennial Swampass would be a good name for something.

Maybe it's time to switch toilet papers.

swamp ass thursday

happy thurd's day

happy swamp ass

hope it goes okay for you

out of the swamp

It's a lousy thing to be a swamp ass, to feel that the various shits you're taking are leaving behind sturdy and gross remnants that are difficult to wipe such that you walk around the rest of the day unsure if there's fecal particulate on your butt and you're just making it worse. I don't like that at all.

And then sometimes, in the depths of your swamp ass status, something just changes magically, and though the shit your making is not ostensibly different in character, what it leaves behind is negligible, and you're burning pretty clean.

These magic swamp ass to burning clean transitions can't be predicted or expected, but boy, are they nice.

The Good Doctor

I had a great idea for television today.

You could make a show called Doctor Poo about a charming and mysterious figure who roams the galaxy in a charming and mysterious vehicle called the turdis (which looks like a small bathroom but is actually quite large on the inside) and analyzes various beings' stool.

The dalek-like things in this show, instead of "exterminate" would say "eliminate" and would provide enemas for whoever wanted one.

And thus, I have exhausted my knowledge of Doctor Who (I don't believe I've seen an episode since the late 80s when it was on PBS).

snow cave

Last night was the first 30 degree night of the winter here in NYC. The heat in my apartment was not working so good. At one point, I was busy while really having to dump, and when I finally got he opportunity to take a dump, it came out quickly and in volume.

There I was, sitting on my pooping seat, dump in the dump reception area, me being cold on top, and pleasantly a little warmer below. The volume of the dump did that nice thing where it radiates a little warmth up your way. Keeping the turd material at 98.6 or whatever means you get that nice remnant of that as it quickly cools to toilet temp. And I thought of being in a snow cave or some other extreme shelter scenario and how valuable pee & poop must be as short term heating agents. Anyway, I hope your heat it working well if you're in a cold climate.