Manic Monday Blogarrhea

A few weeks ago, I watched a documentary about the sewer system in New York City. This is the kind of thing that fascinates me.  Here's the bare bones, all the waste goes to a plant which separates the solids from the liquid.  The liquid is washed away, but the gas from the solids powers the entire plant.  That's amazing. Is there any reason why I can't power my house that way???

I love Chipotle, but it really challenges my portion control.

On Friday I saw a show on TLC called "Make Room For Multiples." The episode I saw featured a family who had twin boys who were four-years-old, and found out that they were expecting twin girls. Whoa. Then, when the girls were born, one was 6 lb and some change, and the other was 7 lb and some change. This woman is my new hero.

I think one of the worst smells in the world is when you're walking outside in real nature, and someone on the curb opens their car door and out wafts the smell of one of those pine tree car air fresheners.  When fake nature smells get all mixed up with real nature smells.  That's the worst smell in the world.

In 2005, a storefront opened up in the Mall Of America called MinneNAPolis. A simple concept, rooms where people can nap. It was equal parts brilliant and ridiculous.  It didn't last long as I recall, but I kind of thought the name was good, and it's a total shame that I have no reason to say it anymore.  In that vein, I was thinking of some other ideas of stores that could be incorporated into the name of my city.  Like, a grocery store that only sells snack food, MinneSNACKolis. Or, a store that sells little trinkets, MinneCRAPolis. Or my personal favorite, a gynecologist's office called MinnePAPolis.  I could go on for days, but I'll put you out of your misery by just stopping.