Blame in on the video games
Until a better explanation comes along, I’m blaming video games. How else to account for the strange things I see around the house.
It’s as if my kids have decided that a whole new set of physical rules apply. Take the garbage can in the kitchen. Please. Other than that magic moment right after I change the bag, the container is always full, plus. Note the plus. It’s as if gravity would compact the bundle. I enjoy a good balancing act as much as the next person, but there are times.
Another example, and I look to video games for this one. When the dryer has finished, the clothes will stay there until someone empties the drum. And no other clothes will give up their wet and wild state until there’s room for another load. So how come I always seem to find the window in the door looking on a view of tumbled colours?
In the case of the toilet paper dispenser, the rolls do not magically change out when empty. Another video game phenomenon that doesn’t translate to personal experience. Just placing a new roll within reach won’t accomplish the task, either. In passing, I’m really impressed by the commercials that take issue with the number of empty rolls “created” each year. I’m less sure about the plan to make TP without a center roll. I’ve thought this one through, when I’m unable to sleep.
And as a final rant, insomnia is not much fun. Neither during the period nor during the day after. Yawning may be contagious, but it’s hardly a social virtue.
