A Big Jobbie

Remember when Star Trek (the original series) was on TV, and you used to snigger when William (Canadian) Shatner used to start with “Captain’s Log…”?

[BTW – WordPress just offered to correct Shatner to Shatter, so I think that’s good Karma for this blog entry…].

No? Just me then?

Oh well, I never assume others will read my entries anyway, so onwards we go into another dubious cul-de-sac of language. (Remember cul-de-sac mean’s the bum of the bag?)

Source: Karen’s Gallery – A bag’s bum

My Father-in-law is almost as bad (good?) as I am for finding books with dubious titles and pretexts. Today he found “Poo Log” by Anish Sheth and Josh Richman. I can’t imagine two people thinking it was a good idea for a book, but there you go.

Poo Log : Diary : Anish Sheth, Josh Richman : 9780811863391.

Source: Book Depository – Poo Log

We’re told it’s “A journal for recording and studying the wondrous uniqueness of various bowel movements. It includes reference charts, checklists, fecal facts, and illustrations.” How did I live this long without feeling the need to study and indeed compare my bowel movements to a chart? Now I know this is a cultural thing. In Germany, the toilet bowl is shaped so that rather than your crap dropping straight into the water, it is deposited on a little shelf until flushed away. I suppose this allows for the type of study, measurement and who knows what that this book seems to propose.

Of almost as much perverse interest is the “related” books that Book Depository offers to people interested in Poo Log. It naturally includes similarly veined books such as How to Poo at Work by Mats & Enzo – another double effort I note, as well as What’s My Pee Telling Me? also by Josh Richman/Anish Sheth and of course (how could they not?) The Pop-up Book of Poo (author’s undisclosed – very sensible on the whole.) But here’s the kicker… the list also includes Steve Jobs: The Exclusive Biography by Walter Isaacson.

Now – I’m certainly no fan of Apple (or for that matter Steve Jobs himself), but this seemed a little harsh!

Then I remembered Billy Connolly, and perhaps it made a little more sense…

But then again… perhaps not.