The Stingy Seamripper

This post is recycled from an old blog which I no longer maintain. Please hold to a minimum any and all comments pertaining to the freakish nature of my toes and/or the fact that I could, if I wanted to, swing from or climb trees. It hurts my feelings. This was the highlight of my day today. And when I say highlight, I mean the thing that happened which most made me want to commit some illegal action requiring time served in a penal establishment. It all started with the trash can. Or, no... wait. It all started with the amount of trash in the trash can. But my family's excessive-trash disorder is another post altogether. So, the first problem was too much trash in one bag. The second problem was the el cheapo con economisto a la carte trash bags which create an UNREAL, I mean like space capsule to shuttle level suction, amount of suction with the sides of the trash can. Does NASA use suction to hold those two things together? Are capsule and shutt