"Small pleasures" are those tiny joys in life that make you feel all snuzzy inside, but aren't something you feel comfortable announcing.
You know; when you pick the corner of the label on a bottle of Newcastle Brown Ale (or heaven forfend, a Budweiser) and peel it off in a single piece, leaving minimal residue on the bottle. You feel special; an achiever, but accept that the world is hardly likely to raise an applause, so you keep it to yourself, albeit with a smug smirk on your face.
For instance:
20 minutes ago, I went for a poo.
No straining. No urgency.
A slight rectal squeeze and a perfectly formed autumnally gold-brown sausage landed with a comforting 'plop' into the toilet. Each end shaped into a sublime tapered point.
I immediately felt the heart-warming 'I no longer need a poo' sensation in my loins.
A mere two wipes cleared the area. No 10-wipe slimeage. A good, simple wipe and the bottom inspector would be awarding me a Grade A.
That, LaydeezanGennumen, was a satisfying poo.
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"I started out with nothin' and I still got most of it left" - Seasick Steve
I always love it when I go to make tea and someone just used the kettle, so the boiling time is basically instant, or when an elevator opens in my office as I'm about to press the button.
Edited, Nov 12th 2010 5:06pm by Xsarus
Edited, Nov 12th 2010 5:06pm by Xsarus
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Sir Xsarus wrote:
I always love it when I go to make tea and someone just used the kettle, so the boiling time is basically instant.
That's what I'm talking about!
"I started out with nothin' and I still got most of it left" - Seasick Steve
I love arriving at work to see that, once again, some kind soul has left me a bag of Peanut M&M's.
remorajunbao wrote:
One day I'm going to fly to Canada and open the curtains in your office.
I love it when I grab (without counting, of course) the perfect amount of envelopes to mail the stack of invoices I have on my desk.
Belkira the Tulip wrote:
I love it when I grab (without counting, of course) the perfect amount of envelopes to mail the stack of invoices I have on my desk.
Along this line, opening a book to the exact page you wanted on the first try.
I love leaving Bijou laxative-laced Peanut M&M's.
Destroying bubblewrap in all its incarnations!
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Rating Varus down. Just sayin'.
I think it might just be a consolation for the two-to-three times I rated him because I happened to agree with him.
In my office, a lot of our office supplies come with air pocket wrapping (think really big bubble-wrap bubbles). Usually about a half dozen to a dozen per box. Disturbing as it is, I love popping them, either with a knife, or by hand. I attempt to keep my mad cackling to myself while I do it. I also have an urge, if I ever get sick of my job, to grab a ribbon of them and run around my office with them trailing behind me yelling "I'm a sperm! I'm a sperm!"
... I tend to repress that urge. Or at least I consider my job > the amazing fun that that would entail.
.. heh... "enTAIL"... it's like a tail!
Ok, it amuses me.
Edited, Nov 12th 2010 9:13pm by LockeColeMA
I think it might just be a consolation for the two-to-three times I rated him because I happened to agree with him.
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Destroying bubblewrap in all its incarnations!t
In my office, a lot of our office supplies come with air pocket wrapping (think really big bubble-wrap bubbles). Usually about a half dozen to a dozen per box. Disturbing as it is, I love popping them, either with a knife, or by hand. I attempt to keep my mad cackling to myself while I do it. I also have an urge, if I ever get sick of my job, to grab a ribbon of them and run around my office with them trailing behind me yelling "I'm a sperm! I'm a sperm!"
... I tend to repress that urge. Or at least I consider my job > the amazing fun that that would entail.
.. heh... "enTAIL"... it's like a tail!
Ok, it amuses me.
Edited, Nov 12th 2010 9:13pm by LockeColeMA
Digging for gold and pulling out a nugget that completely opens the passageway. Never a fresher breathe of air will you take.
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Ripping a massive fart seconds before my boss walks in to my office. The look on his face when the smell hits him is enough to smooth even the roughest of days.
When it's cold out, getting into my car that's been sitting in the sun and warmed up to the perfect comfort point and relaxing back into the soft seat.
publiusvarus wrote:
we all know liberals are well adjusted american citizens who only want what's best for society. While conservatives are evil money grubbing scum who only want to sh*t on the little man and rob the world of its resources.
Having a good laugh at such an interesting post and description. It makes for a good day. Congrats Nobby you made me laugh!
There is this weed that grows all over the place around here (commonly called jewel-weed (thanks Elne)) that makes these funny little seedpods. There's a whole bunch of this jewel weed along a path a often take lunchtime walks on.
In mid to late summer the seedpods are these plumb little missiles dangling from their plant and ready to pop. They're these funny little spring loaded things. You just touch them or squeeze them ever so gently and they pop in your hand. It's a really cool feeling...and you end up with a handful of these cute little seeds that you get to throw into the wind. I can't pass by and leave a single seed unpopped.
In mid to late summer the seedpods are these plumb little missiles dangling from their plant and ready to pop. They're these funny little spring loaded things. You just touch them or squeeze them ever so gently and they pop in your hand. It's a really cool feeling...and you end up with a handful of these cute little seeds that you get to throw into the wind. I can't pass by and leave a single seed unpopped.
Alma wrote:
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Elinda wrote:
...and you end up with a handful of these cute little seeds that you get to throw into the wind. I can't pass by and leave a single seed unpopped.
Elinda wrote:
There is this weed that grows all over the place around here
Just sayin.
Edited, Nov 13th 2010 11:53am by KingJohn
If life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Then find someone that life has given vodka and have party.
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My weekend was filled with small pleasures. Finding out that an illustrator that I met years ago, is at the Event, and he has a etching that I wanted to buy then and couldn't afford it. It was one of 4 etching he has done and I did get one of the two I liked, back then. And then finding he dropped the price down so much I could now afford it without breaking the bank.
Finding a lovely green felted hat with a rose feather, that just about yelled that I had to buy it, then getting a constant stream of compliments for it.
Finding that Faerie Magazine had a Few copies of the New Neil Gainman book, that that Charles Vess illustrated and getting Vess to sign it for me.
And the biggest little pleasures I had was helping children create art and craft projects, while encouraging them to be creative.
I found I was suddenly filled with ideas of how to take kitschy craft supplies and create fun little faeries and also got several great small drawings done or started.
Spending the weekend with daughters and 2 of my grandkids was worth knowing that I may not be able to sit up without pain in the morning. Also may have hotel crud, since I had to nearly yell, when talking to people outside the Bad Faerie Ball.
Edited, Nov 14th 2010 8:19pm by ElneClare
Finding a lovely green felted hat with a rose feather, that just about yelled that I had to buy it, then getting a constant stream of compliments for it.
Finding that Faerie Magazine had a Few copies of the New Neil Gainman book, that that Charles Vess illustrated and getting Vess to sign it for me.
And the biggest little pleasures I had was helping children create art and craft projects, while encouraging them to be creative.
I found I was suddenly filled with ideas of how to take kitschy craft supplies and create fun little faeries and also got several great small drawings done or started.
Spending the weekend with daughters and 2 of my grandkids was worth knowing that I may not be able to sit up without pain in the morning. Also may have hotel crud, since I had to nearly yell, when talking to people outside the Bad Faerie Ball.
Edited, Nov 14th 2010 8:19pm by ElneClare
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This Post is written in Elnese, If it was an actual Post, it would make sense.
This Post is written in Elnese, If it was an actual Post, it would make sense.
Playing the piano next to the blazing fireplace while it's snowing outside.
When I spend a weekend at my parents' place, nothing is better than waking up just as a fresh pot of coffee is done brewing. The smell of fresh coffee is the perfect way to wake up.
Also, going in to work and discovering that my boss will be out that day.
Also, going in to work and discovering that my boss will be out that day.
Jophiel wrote:
I managed to be both retarded and entertaining.
I'm preparing interview questions for a data-input/filing type person (officially titled an Office Associate). I'll be interviewing 8 people starting this Friday. I get some small guilt-laden pleasure from this. I enjoy putting someone in the hotseat and having control over the heat levels rather than the other way around.
PS - Demea, they make coffee-pots now that you can program to have your coffee ready for you when you get up.
PS - Demea, they make coffee-pots now that you can program to have your coffee ready for you when you get up.
Alma wrote:
I lost my post
Elinda wrote:
PS - Demea, they make coffee-pots now that you can program to have your coffee ready for you when you get up.
That implies that you actually get up when your alarm goes.
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Iamadam the Malefic wrote:
Elinda wrote:
PS - Demea, they make coffee-pots now that you can program to have your coffee ready for you when you get up.
That implies that you actually get up when your alarm goes.
edit: I guess it depends on what your definition of "fresh" is. I suppose it would imply what you mentioned if one were to aim for the coffee to be just finishing as you wake up.
Edited, Nov 15th 2010 12:03pm by Spoonless
varusword75 wrote:
Playing the piano next to the blazing fireplace while it's snowing outside.
Baron von Spoonless wrote:
Iamadam the Malefic wrote:
Elinda wrote:
PS - Demea, they make coffee-pots now that you can program to have your coffee ready for you when you get up.
That implies that you actually get up when your alarm goes.
edit: I guess it depends on what your definition of "fresh" is. I suppose it would imply what you mentioned if one were to aim for the coffee to be just finishing as you wake up.
Edited, Nov 15th 2010 12:03pm by Spoonless
I was considering hacking the Tassimo to react to a pressure switch in the floor beside my bed so that the first shot of espresso would brew as soon as my feet hit the ground in the morning.
I then realized I'm not that ambitious and now deal with the 20 seconds it takes to do it manually.
Bardalicious wrote:
varusword75 wrote:
Playing the piano next to the blazing fireplace while it's snowing outside.
I'd smile.
Alma wrote:
I lost my post
Elinda wrote:
I'd smile.
Only because you know you and at least 3 friends could have a great time on that candelabra at a party.
Granted it's not getting drunk or stoned but playing the piano, especially when the weathers bad outside, can be very relaxing.
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