It was on January 27, 1910 that a true legend in toilet history passed away, one Mr. Thomas Crapper. While Crapper did not invent the flush toilet, this 19th century plumber turned businessman sure as hell invented a number of improvements to its design that made them more efficient and sanitary… most notably the floating ballcock (Insert Beavis & Butthead laugh here). He was also instrumental in getting the toilet out into the open via prominent and accessible displays in his showroom, a concept which scandalized post-Victorian England. Crapper’s legacy is remembered each January 27th, Thomas Crapper Day.
Another myth about Thomas Crapper is that his surname was responsible for the modern word “crap” to mean poop and anything else that is awful. But crap actually dates back to Middle English, and though the word fell out of favor in England during the 17th century, the early American colonists brought the word with them to the New World, where it was kept alive on this side of the Atlantic for three centuries before World War I brought American soldiers to England where toilets bearing Thomas Crapper’s name were everywhere… with giddy G.I.’s helping to make “crap” a word of universal English usage once again!
And so with that crap out of the way, let’s do our regular business…. no, not THAT regular business! I mean Melanie’s Share Your World questions for this week! All inspired by other bloggers, and not me this time! The world rejoices at being spared the squirreliness….
What’s the worst day of the week for you? Why? (from Cyranny)
From 1998 til last March when I worked Friday through Tuesday night, Fridays were generally a pain in the ass, leading to Saturdays being a completely lost day. Now that I’m off Friday nights as well, the transition back to work on Saturday isn’t as bad, but the ten hours shifts now make my entire workweek full of lost days! I don’t know…. how about I answer “any day ending with a Y?”
Would you ever consider posing naked or semi-naked for the camera or a live audience (acting in a play)? (from Jazzocracy)
The world is not ready for that…
With the recent energy crisis here in the UK, would you prefer electric, gas, oil or some other means of heating your home? (from Di)
It’s so much greener and more energy efficient to just keep shoveling dead possums into my furnace… and with Buster around, that’s a very plentiful resource.
In your household, who takes care of the bills, taxes, and other financial stuff? Is one person responsible or is it a shared chore? (from Marilyn)
You may think the answer to this is obvious since I’m the only member of The Nest’s household, but I do have a bevy of slav…. er, lackeys to help keep my finances in order.
SQUIRREL CHILD 1: So 86 plus 14 minus the square root of negative umpteen thousand six hundred and a half….
CHILD 2: Don’t forget to carry the one!
CHILD 3: Can I hit the equal button now?
CHILD 4: Sixteen hundred dollars and three cents!
CHILD 1: In the red!
LITTLEST: I get to press a button now or I’m telling Mommy!!!!
My financial advisor…
FUZZYWIG: Yes, I definitely think we… I mean, you should invest this money in cannabis futures. Actually…. (sniff!) is that hemp? This note just may be smokable….. er, let me take this windfall back to my office and, er, speculate on it! I hope this will fit in my ticker tape bong…
My bill payer…
SNUGGLE: (Tucking bill in Mitzi’s G-string) Fuck yeah! I think that jack ES gave me for the heating bill wasn’t that important. I sure am feeling warm all over right now….
My tax preparer…
EVIL SQUIRREL: Dammit Troll!!!
TROLL: I’m sorry I prepared you taxes wrong, sir, and you got locked up. I may have miscalculated a deduction or two…
SLIDER: You don’t get a tax deduction on Underoos!
TROLL: But they were part of my wardrobe for my acting job on Shelf Critter Theatre, and I kept soiling them performing work duties…
SLIDER: Are you getting paid under the table!?!?
TROLL: Errrr… no sir, I don’t get paid at all. Not even for my tax preparation services. Can I go now? I don’t want to miss out on the government cheese handout again…
If you can have any one job (real or fiction) in the galaxy (yes, the galaxy, I’m widening the search radius, imagining relocation to other planets possible), what is that job? (from Yinglan)
Head of the tourism board for the planet of Uranus!
Who are you grateful for?
You mean besides Thomas Crapper?