strange material in my ear and nose and other musings

     The above picture is something I found online when I googled. 'crap shoot.' Don't ask me what is it, I have no idea, but it looks pretty.


     I finally did it. I didn't go crazy and overindulge in the title section of my anti-blog post! I am pretty happy about this. But when you think about, it's not my fault, I swear. The fault lies entirely upon Blogger.com. Those who created the platform made it so that you can almost write a entire blog post in the title section. So when I see a chance to be gluttonous, I always say: hey, why not? Over eat and worry about it later, or worry not at all, and eat everything in sight.
     You see most programmers limit the amount of space you can use for a title section. So, after all those times you were repressed with the amount of characters you were able to place in a title, then one day, the limit was taken away and you are now free of the chains of bondage, going on a rampage seems like a natural thing to do. Here is what the Bible says about 'gluttony.'


            Their end is destruction, their god is their belly, and they glory in their shame, with minds set on earthly blog titles.   Philippians 3:19

     So it was written, a deadly sin of 7, or 8, perhaps 9. Thou shall keep title's to a hastily minimum. And be not full of gluttony, as thee has another space below to do so.  But in my view, sinning is pretty fun, I mean, did Satan really get mad at the Godhead cause he was jealous that he could not be like God? Or was it that Heaven was just full of pretentious know it all's, constantly going around and telling the inhabitants, don't do this, don't do that. Maybe Lucifer just got fed up with it all, cause he liked to party, let his hair down, and slack off, and not keep up with his umpteen boring Angel duties. And of course, we all know he wanted to write really long titles prior to writing the main focus of work, and that probably really pissed off God. So one day, when he was sitting at his cloud computer, writing a 3,500 word title, God slap his hand on his cloud keyboard and said,

"Enough Lucifer, this really has gone way too far, this is the last time I am going to tell you about your overbearing and over indulgent title's of thy Holy Words! You must end this dear Luci."

     So Lucifer, said, "TO HELL WITH IT AND TO HELL WITH ME!!"  He then made the decision that he had had enough of these rules and Mr. God always telling everyone what to do, and stameded out with his hands in the air, clipped his angel wings, and fell to Earth. Where he didn't have to listen to God bitch all day long about stuff that, in his opinion, really didn't matter.

     God said, "Fine stay down there on Earth. But don't think your ever be coming here again, to MY Heaven, EVER AGAIN!!"

      And ole Luci flipped him the bird, and changed his name to Satan, and that was the end of that. Sorta like when you get in a fight with your daddy and he throws your rebellious ass out on the street, because you want to live by your own rules, and write extra long titles for fun, but you said AHA Dad, jokes on you, I left of my own accord. Like God, and Dads, they make it seem that it was all their idea to begin with.

     Speaking of falling to this sinned filled Spaceship Earth. Now onto what my title is about. Strange material in my ear and nose. So I was thinking the other day. What exactly is about the stuff in our nose and ears that make it so interesting to want to look at it when you use a q-tip or blow your nose?

     This question of the sages has been on my mind. Everytime I blow my nose, I just have this feeling to want to examine the contents of my hankie or tissue, or when I clean my ears, looking upon the q-tip to see what things I gathered upon it's soft embrace. Now, this seems trivial, but I was thinking, is their something in our monkey DNA that says, hey when you pick your nose, take a long good look at what you pulled out of it before flicking it at your monkey pal and laughing in monkey tongues.

     I mean, I am no Otolaryngologist, (they study ears, nose, and throats) what exactly I am I going to even know what to look for if a problem existed? Perhaps it's a thing of PRIDE. (another one of the 7 deadly sins.) Maybe we are just wanting to be proud of the profuse amounts of gunk we removed from our orifices, to make sure that everything looks like it usually does.

     So why do I say strange material in my ear and nose? It's not strange, it's just snot and ear wax. I guess because examination is needed to make sure it's normal or a really good looking amount to write home about, or tell to your friends when huddled around the campfire with smores and hot coco.

     So I said to myself, next time I blow my schnauzer or pick into the noise receiving appendages, I am going to NOT look at it. So I tried it, and quickly had that overcoming urge to want to look at it!! So I quickly threw the tissue into the trash. But then as I walked away, I kept thinking about it, what if something isn't right in there? What if that was an awesome amount of snot that, IT MUST BE ADMIRED!!! IT MUST BE EXAMINED! So I quickly ran to the waste receptacle and eagerly opened the tissue to see, with a sign of relief, that I had done a through and excellent cleaning job and everything seemed healthy and fine.

     I wanted to test this theory out in the outer world around me. So for awhile, I watched people (I always watch people, I am a people watcher, so I actually just LIED) Or rather, I 'became more conscious of the fact.' And sure enough, other people were doing the same thing. Just to think, I wasted my time and yours dear reader just to tell you something completely pointless and what seems to  be just a natural urge to do.  And for that, I have attached a sorry note at the end of the blog, with a coupon for a box of free tissues, if you need ear scrubbers, just let the clerk know.