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The Indefinite Article.

Monday, May 01, 2006

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Some of my prime random thinking time is during my walk down to the bathroom from my office. We are in one of those offices that doesn’t have built-in facilities—you have to walk out and cross about half the building. The walk is a great peak out of the cocoon/cave I spend the best parts of the day in. This afternoon’s thought was spurred by seeing a bit of debris on the floor in the hall. The building management keeps the place spotless, so it was notable. It seems like they have a small army of people that keeps the entire place polished at all times. On rainy days when everyone walks in with muddy feet you can see exactly how much work is involved in the cleaning enterprise—lots. So I see this little bit of whatnot on the floor in the hall and I look down on it as I walk past and it kind of looks like a fake fingernail. It can’t be because it is white on the big end and clear on the narrow end. Never the less, it is enough to start thinking: “Why are they called fingernails?” Why not fingertip coverings? What weird twist of evolution or divine fiat put them on fingers? I accidentally scratched Taggart last night after dinner at Home Slice passing him his front passenger seat-belt from my vantage point in the back seat. Why is it that I can only be bothered with the minimal clipping of my fingernails instead of de-burring them too? I’m so appreciative of the clipper with a plastic housing around it that I think Killy and Carol gave me, although if it was someone else—my apologies, I deeply enjoy that tool every week or two. Life before it was a miserable state of torquing my fingers in the right direction so a magazine or something could catch the clippings. Even though I stopped saving the clippings, I love not making a mess.


  • I am glad you mentioned it because I kept complaining about how much that scratch hurt.......OUCH!!!! (seriously).
    I know my feet are as battered and malformed as the next Columbians but the fingernails on my hands are great. They dont shred......they are not overly large, and when I clip them OVER THE TOILET they flush away never to be seen again.

    By Blogger taggart, at 8:26 PM  

  • I'm trying to work this out—you clip your nails over the toilet? It seems to me that if you were standing in front of the toilet, your hands would be too far away and the clippings would go everywhere. It would be no good to sit on it, since the target would be between your legs, which is a smaller target and thus has the same problem, although it would be a handy time to do something like finger maintenance. That leaves sitting on a chair next to the toilet or kneeling or sitting next to the toilet. How do you do this?

    By Blogger Adolph, at 12:26 AM  

  • adolph's flying fingernails remind me of the old mob comedy movie, Wise Guys, staring wrestling star Captain Lou Albano, Joe Piscopo and Danny DeVito. Captain Lou Albano is so large he has one of his underlings cut his toenails for him, which are so thick the guy is struggling to cut them. When the clipping is finally cut (with a dramatic *snap*!) it flies across the room hitting another person. The cutter says:

    "Why do i always gotta do this?"

    the Captain replies looking up from a reclined position:

    "You know God-damn well I can't do it myself!"

    By Blogger Killy, at 8:08 AM  

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