The most popular name for boys in England and Wales is now Oliver, which is remarkably serendipitous in that, thanks to the new Coalition government’s savage evisceration of the social safety net, most of the children on that cursed isle will be begging for extra helpings of gruel very soon.
Scott is introducing Tube-Free Toilet Paper. Seems like a great idea to me – much less wasteful. Of course, I am partial to Northern TP, despite their recent 1/2 inch reduction in the width of their rolls. I generally regard Scott as the brand that is sold by single rolls at the corner store and, due to its unhappy combination of gauzy thinness and splintery roughness, is suited only to dire emergencies. So let’s hope the other TP manufacturers follow suit on shunning the tube.
In the comments section of the post, though, someone looking forward to trying the new tubeless technology complained that they’d just purchased 24 rolls – which for them was a year’s supply. I. Heart. Cars had this to say in response:
24 rolls in a year? What, do you tear off one square, stick your finger through the middle of it, wipe with your finger, then use the square to wipe your finger?
Despite my gruff and embittered exterior, I am ultimately just a big sap. So I was unable to resist sharing this video of a guy sending a love letter via YouTube to his deaf boyfriend. Of course, the fact that he delivers the message while shirtless and is a hot piece by any objective standard doesn’t hurt either.
There are so many things I love about my furry little (well, not so little) companion. But the one thing that never fails to turn me into a puddle is his purring. He purrs pretty much all the time – something I hope means that he’s happy with his life of leisure.
But the best of all is when he’s curled up next to me dozing, silent as a mouse. As soon as I rest my hand on his neck, his belly or under his leg, the purring starts up instantly. Maybe I’m not such a bad guy after all, if little tubby is any indicator…