We still have our old, useful toilet as of this posting...awaiting impatiently for the implied toilet violence as promised by the legal notice posted on our front door days ago.

All this waiting tension is making it hard for me to concentrate. I can't even knit. Every time I need to use the toilet, I am afraid my landlord is going to walk into our apartment and demand I get off the can immediately so he can take it away. And I will be embarrassed because it will be dirty .

Fortunately I found this and this . Both bring me some respite from the toilet tension.


Note: even though the old lady in link #2 kinda looks like it could be the artist dude from link # 1 if he was 100 years older and in drag, these two pages caught my eye in separate moments during the day. Why I am bringing them together here and now only shows how even my basic skills of good judgement have been effected my the current porcelain crisis of the Mid Telegraph Hill area.