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I'll try and move the old stuff over there also...
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
The Basics in Life
I was thinking today, while in a position that is very conducive to thought, that there are some things in life that we expect to be easy, simple and basic, and some things in life difficult, complex and hard to understand.
In the 'easy' category we would have walking on the beach, opening doors and making peanut butter sandwiches.
In the 'difficult' or 'hard to understand' pile I'd include triple integration, calculating the thrust required for geosynchronous orbit and how they get the pizza in Pizza Pockets.
We don't expect the easy to get more difficult, and while we may pray for it, particularly just before mid-terms, we really don't expect the difficult to get any easier.
Which brings me to my point.
Toilet paper dispensing should sit very close to the top of the 'easy' list, alongside 'sitting' and 'Suzy the head cheerleader'.
The physics are extremely straightforward, and the application of the physics even easier. Sure, there will be interminable debate over whether 'over the top' is preferable to 'hanging down the back', but that's really just silly.
('Over the top'. Discussion just displays your backwardness.)
Unfortunately somebody at a company I can't name has decided to complicate it. REALLY complicate it. (I'd name the company, but the dispenser doesn't have a name on it. Anywhere. Hiding something maybe?)
This thing, which I examined very closely while sitting and thinking in the office today, is designed to hold three rolls of paper. A Tall, rectangular metal box nailed to the wall, and locked at the top.
Yes. Locked.
At first blush, this would seem a great idea. No chance of running out at that critical, and potentially embarrassing, moment. Nightly cleaning staff (this is in the office, remember) would be tasked to make sure it never got below two rolls.
Simplicity itself, you might be thinking.
And you would be so wrong.
You see, the bottom roll, the one that the would be accessed first, has two rolls sitting on top of it. When you try to roll the bottom one, you have to also roll the ones above it. The bottom one, rolls in one direction, the middle one is rolling in the opposite direction and the one on top, reversed again.
That's a lot of extra weight to deal with.
Pulling on the square on the bottom roll requires an infinite amount of patience. You need to pull with some degree of force - you've got the weight of two additional rolls to deal with - but you can't pull TOO hard or you'll be ripping off single panels and that's just not acceptable.
So, in an ideal situation, it is possible if you're careful and patient.
It's more often than not a non-ideal situation though.
In the non-ideal scenario, the middle and top rolls are loose, their respective tails dropping down and mingling, YES, MINGLING, with the TP tail you're trying to grab. You might manage to grab the right one, but odds are better that you'll get either the middle or top tail and then you are up shit creek, as they say, without a, um, paddle.
It's like some weird kind of negative feedback loop is deployed. The harder you pull on the wrong tail, the tighter the whole mess gets, and you end up tearing off a piece about the size of a fifty cent piece.
Which is why I'm still sitting here, four hours later...
In the 'easy' category we would have walking on the beach, opening doors and making peanut butter sandwiches.
In the 'difficult' or 'hard to understand' pile I'd include triple integration, calculating the thrust required for geosynchronous orbit and how they get the pizza in Pizza Pockets.
We don't expect the easy to get more difficult, and while we may pray for it, particularly just before mid-terms, we really don't expect the difficult to get any easier.
Which brings me to my point.
Toilet paper dispensing should sit very close to the top of the 'easy' list, alongside 'sitting' and 'Suzy the head cheerleader'.
The physics are extremely straightforward, and the application of the physics even easier. Sure, there will be interminable debate over whether 'over the top' is preferable to 'hanging down the back', but that's really just silly.
('Over the top'. Discussion just displays your backwardness.)
Unfortunately somebody at a company I can't name has decided to complicate it. REALLY complicate it. (I'd name the company, but the dispenser doesn't have a name on it. Anywhere. Hiding something maybe?)
This thing, which I examined very closely while sitting and thinking in the office today, is designed to hold three rolls of paper. A Tall, rectangular metal box nailed to the wall, and locked at the top.
Yes. Locked.
At first blush, this would seem a great idea. No chance of running out at that critical, and potentially embarrassing, moment. Nightly cleaning staff (this is in the office, remember) would be tasked to make sure it never got below two rolls.
Simplicity itself, you might be thinking.
And you would be so wrong.
You see, the bottom roll, the one that the would be accessed first, has two rolls sitting on top of it. When you try to roll the bottom one, you have to also roll the ones above it. The bottom one, rolls in one direction, the middle one is rolling in the opposite direction and the one on top, reversed again.
That's a lot of extra weight to deal with.
Pulling on the square on the bottom roll requires an infinite amount of patience. You need to pull with some degree of force - you've got the weight of two additional rolls to deal with - but you can't pull TOO hard or you'll be ripping off single panels and that's just not acceptable.
So, in an ideal situation, it is possible if you're careful and patient.
It's more often than not a non-ideal situation though.
In the non-ideal scenario, the middle and top rolls are loose, their respective tails dropping down and mingling, YES, MINGLING, with the TP tail you're trying to grab. You might manage to grab the right one, but odds are better that you'll get either the middle or top tail and then you are up shit creek, as they say, without a, um, paddle.
It's like some weird kind of negative feedback loop is deployed. The harder you pull on the wrong tail, the tighter the whole mess gets, and you end up tearing off a piece about the size of a fifty cent piece.
Which is why I'm still sitting here, four hours later...
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Too long, not strong
So it's been over two weeks. The slippery slope of abandonment looms. Must keep up with it, or soon my posts will be years apart.
In my defense, the first two weeks of the month are usually pretty flat-chat at work, with a major, high-level front up to the customer the 2nd Thursday of the month. That would have been last Thursday. It went well, I think.
I still have a job.
And I've been pushing out other words, and by other words I mean the second short story that I've shipped off to Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine (no, I haven't heard back from them on the first one I sent to them). In that tale, Eamonn Shute runs into some thugs that are very interested in what he might know about his friend's death. Drafting a third ES story, making sure he gets good and dirty chasing through the Everglades, Carla's kidnapper square in his cross-hairs.
I've also just submitted (sealed the envelope that will be mailed Monday) entries to the Eastern Writer's Group Short Short Story Competition. Four entries, each no more than 500 words. Not as easy as you might think. In those four short short stories I deal with reincarnation, a huge sporting event, food to die for and a high speed chase.
If the fantastic judges at the Eastern Writer's Group in Melbourne deem my entries not worthy, I'll post them on my web site and will let you all decide for yourselves.
I'm going to leave it at that. Eamonn is stuck on a fan boat in the Everglades, lost, and I've got to help him find Chekika Island.
Later, 'gators. (And follow me on Twitter)
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