Whenever something strikes me as odd, funny, or otherwise blog-worthy, I drop a little note in my blog file. This week I discovered two entries in close proximity: “tornados vs. earthquakes” and “facial tissue vs. bathroom tissue”. I half-expected to see “Godzilla vs. Kong”, but I guess that’s been done.
So apparently it’s smackdown time, or at least I assume it is. Those were the only notes I made, and I don’t actually remember what I meant to say about them. But what the hell, I ain’t a fiction-writer fer nuthin’. So here goes:
“Tornados vs. earthquakes”: I’m hoping to never find out firsthand which of these would win in a smackdown. But I do know this: I feel less threatened by earthquakes. Which is silly, since I live in the most active earthquake zone in Canada.
Tornados strike terror into my heart. There’s something so damn personal about them. An earthquake shakes up everybody equally, but a tornado circles around to scope out its potential victim(s). Then it extends a finger of destruction down from the sky and WHAM! It smites its target, taking out one building while leaving another standing untouched only a few feet away. That just freaks me out.
I’m tempted to give tornados the win for sheer intimidation-factor, but I don’t want to tempt earthquakes to provide me with a comparison. We’ll just call that one a draw.
“Facial tissue vs. bathroom tissue”: Until I moved to a house with a septic system instead of city sewers, I didn’t see the point in differentiating between the two tissue types. I’ve since found out that bathroom tissue is designed to fall apart rapidly in water, thereby not plugging up my septic system. (Thank you, toilet paper.)
The only other difference seems to be that bathroom tissue is often made from recycled paper, although the label wording is a bit vague. The first time I saw a package of toilet paper blazoned with “Recycled Bathroom Tissue”, I was seriously concerned.
I had visions of some poor schmuck employed in the Sewer Department, painstakingly separating, um… let’s say, ‘the wheat from the chaff’… and feeding the salvaged bits into a giant bleach barrel. At least I sincerely hoped there was a bleach barrel.
Much to my relief, I discovered that the recycling source was other types of domestic paper. Whew. But honestly, there was nothing on that bathroom tissue package that specified what it was recycled from.
So facial tissue gets points for strength, and bathroom tissue gets points for beneficial wimpiness with sinister undertones. I’m going to call that another draw, just in case toilet paper is ungracious about defeat and decides to take revenge on my pipes.
And that’s my equivocation for this week.
P.S. We’re having guests for a while so my next post will be August 28/19, but I’ll still check in to reply to comments. Wishing everyone a happy summer with no smackdowns of any sort! 🙂
Book 15 update: I hit Chapter 3 this week — it’s great to be writing again! Arnie and Aydan are off on an adventure, and John will join them soon. Things get interesting when secret agents go on vacation!