I was sent out on a mission yesterday morning to get tchotchkes for stocking stuffers. I did. I got some cool things, and I found a bag of sponges. These are not the cellulose abominations that attempt to masquerade as sponges. Sponges are not rectangular solids (I don't remember what rectangular solids are called in the scientific or geometric world. The problem would be phrased, "Squares are to cubes as rectangles are to ____." The first one to answer correctly gets a FREE gift. So, if you have read this far, you might be a winner!).
Sponges are actually, and this is kind of disgusting if you ponder on it for any length of time at all, the skeletons of once-living, respiring sea creatures. Now that I think about that, it gives me pause about whether I really want to use these sponges in the shower. Stacey doesn't like to use them. For her, it's a public health issue. "Bacterial breeding ground" is what she called my friend, the sponge. We all have our idiosyncrasies, I guess.
I can overlook the skeletal remains issue and the bacterial breeding ground issue because I like the way a natural sponge feels on my skin and the way it conforms to the curves. And then there's the rinsing thing, with the cascade of water squeezed out of the sponge that joins the pounding beads of water from the showerhead.
Sponges can be good.
All talk of tchotchkes aside, I had planned to make a Christmas manger scene from Peeps; but then Stacey suggested that I collect the various Peeps series issued throughout the year and do a rockin' manger scene for next Christmas. I like that idea because it was going to be pretty hard to dress up and perform radical surgery upon snowmen, trees, and gingerbread men to properly portray baby Jesus, Joseph, Mary, and the Wise Men, shepherds, angels, cherubim, and a drummer boy. And animals. And then there would be the inevitable backlash from the Peeps' rights activists protesting the mutilation of their sacred Peeps because I would have had to cut several of them and the humiliation suffered on account of the outfits they would be required to wear. And then there would have been the complaints from traditionalists about the three Wise Men bearing their gifts of gold, Frankenstein monster, and habanero peppers. While I can appreciate tradition, I think that art leaves room for interpretation. We must be open-minded and accepting of different philosophies and the rich variation that is life.
Now, for the bonus question, I heard about something new ... at least, to me. There's a FREE gift to the first correct answer: What is a "woo stick?"Posted by Bill at December 23, 2004 08:23 PM