Where’s the Shit Go?
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Ok, so I’m in the air now, probably just flying over the Malaysian-Thai border and my question is this: You know how when you go to the bathroom in an airplane and flush the toilet, there is that terrible suction noise and brown and yellow both get sucked away with Paris Hilton-like strength? Well, where the hell does it all go? Not outside, I’m assuming. I’m hoping. ‘Cause I just wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt of all that sewerage over the years catapulted atop all humanity and the seven seas. I mean, can you imagine? Some traders are riding camels in the Sahara and then splat, some dude on a Boeing 777 who couldn’t find the Pepto fast enough spreads his love all over them. This just can’t be. And while I’m at it, let me tell you how upset I get with Microsoft Word’s spell checker when writing these blog entries. You can type the name of any god damn Seattle company or landmark you like (like Boeing, for example, which got me thinking about it or Starbucks) and no problem. Try typing out Sumatra’s two biggest cities, though and you’ll see red all over the place. I should already know better – my goal by the end of the year is to avoid all Microsoft software. I would have already done it if Linux was better supported by Sony’s VAIO laptops. So excuse me while I open up Mozilla (a company clearly not based in Seattle) Composer to finish writing.
Update: Ok, so after a little googling, I found the answer. And here it is:
If you didnt’ know, now you know. Word. |








