We keep the newspaper comics - the bl/wh daily ones and the color Sunday comics - in the bathroom. Sometimes you need a page or two to read, sometimes you only have time for one 3-panel Garfield strip.
“Cote de otra charge en premier.” But only when the first roll is already done. The French is bad, but I don’t know how to add a circumflex and I’m probably mis-remembering “otra” since that’s Spanish.
I have crossword puzzle books in each of my upstairs bathrooms and a Sudoku book in my powder room downstairs.
Sometimes I play Pocket God on the iphone, but usually I read a days worth of FML’s or check the news on it.
Wikipedia. My Blackberry has been a godsend. No more browsing the bookshelf prior to the deed.
re: the solitariness
I’ve been known to finsh up the necessary paperwork, wash, dress, close the lid, and resume reading.
Lately I’ve been playing *Cooking Mama *on my Nintendo DSi. Each recipe is pretty short, so they can be tailored to the necessary time–from a minute or two to…well…longer. Other than that, it varies–anything that happens to be within reach at the time.
I apologize if this is a semi-hijack of this thread.
I was in the library sitting at a table doing research with my IPOD on earbuds in; a man came walking from behind and to my right. He was walking rapidly on a diagonal across the library in the direction of the front door. He said, “Oh my God I have to go to the bathroom.” He did not scream it but he said it loud enough for me to hear it over the music coming out of the earbuds. So I thought he was making a bee-line for the restroom. (Same direction as the front door.) Oh contrare. He made a bee-line for THE NEWSPAPER STAND! And, not finding what he wanted said even louder to the librarian “do you have todays Courant?” (the local paper) She handed him the paper and then he made a bee-line to the bathroom. This called to mind where I used to work. All the men there took turns with the paper and the pottie. I remember a man who would stand up, I am certain at the same time each day, ceremoniously place the paper under his arm and walk into the mens room as if he were going off to battle. After thinking on this for a while I do remember my first X-spouse also did this (paper in bathroom, no under arm ceremony.)
So here is my question . . .
What did the cave men do? Do you think that is why there are cave painting?
Did the paper get thrown out after?
Reminds me of “Seinfeld.” “That book’s been in the bathroom.”
Dunno, I left right after that; I could not stop laughing.
Catalogs. Mainly the smallish ones from Vermont Country Store, Lands End, Williams Sonoma, etc.
Sometimes I read Time or Newsweek, but mostly catalogs. Not that it ever results in my actually buying anything, but it’s mindless entertainment.
The whole process is too fast to need reading material. If it gets to the point where I might need something, either I’ve really screwed up my eating habits lately or I am being pretty ill and in no mood to read.
I don’t take anything in with me except the occasional snack.
Just kidding, I don’t take anything in and I concentrate on the business at hand.
I’ll either read a magazine, book, or bring in my Nintendo DS
I consider that a positive. I usually whip out my iPhone and boot up my crossword app or send off a text message or two. Staying entertained means I don’t feel rushed.
Mail that isn’t bills. Bills go straight to “pay”. Everything else goes to a reserved place in the bathroom to be read and sorted as appropriate. Since much of the mail I get today is total crap, it just seemed the right way to handle it.
Role-playing game supplements. I find it’s simple to refresh my knowledge of a rule-set or a bit of ‘world’-trivia in the time I’m in there. If I bring something more complex, I’ll often get too involved reading it, and I’ll soon find out I’ve been in the bathroom for several hours (yes, I’m looking at -you-, too-complete-book-of-american-indian-mythology! I swear, it’s like TVtropes for mythology geeks!)