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Mr. Clean Original Erase and Renew Magic Eraser, 4-Count (Pack of 6)

Mr. Clean Original Erase and Renew Magic Eraser will help your walls, baseboards, floors, switch plates, blinds and more look like new again by easily removing scuff marks and dirt. To discover the cleaning possibilities, simply take a swipe. Its water-activated micro-scrubbers reach into the surface grooves, lifting away built up grease and soap scum. The Mr. Clean Magic Eraser Original is so powerful that each swipe removes more grime than the leading all-purpose spray cleaner, and it has no harsh chemicals. Before long, you’ll be back to the things you love best in a brighter, cleaner space.

Originally written February 2nd. 2007

As far as I am concerned fear is a very subjective word, no matter the angle it is you’re trying to take it at. Regardless of what the dictionary might say, it’s true meaning varies from one voice to the next. The old proverb goes "We fear what we do not understand". This much without question is true. You don’t understand something, or you simply don’t know what something is, you are probably going to react in one of two ways. A) You’re going to be curious. You don’t understand something, so like a cat investigating a blender you’re going to stick your hand in it, and push a few buttons, just to see what happens next. Then there is B) You don’t know what it is, and that alone has you feeling insecure enough, that you are going to either run away from is as quickly as possible, or you’re going to attempt to destroy it, before it has a chance to do the same to you.

All of these truths are not only factual, but it is an equally fare beat that most if not all of you fine folk already know them. I myself am well versed on the topic of fear. I am also distinctly aware of the near instantaneous "run like hell away from the scary thing" knee jerk reaction my bodies fight or flight response habitually invokes when in fact there is something my mind finds scary. Now I’m not saying that if I were to one night, run across a diamondback rattlesnake cozied up next to me at the foot of my bed, I would simply melt into a gooey reflection of myself, and throw caution to the wind a split second before releasing a squeal of pellucid bugbear, the likes of which would put Mariah Carry to shame. No, I am a man after all, and I do have my pride...I am certain that I would first thoroughly piss myself while attempting to embrace the horror....

Taking all of this just one step further, I think there is something to be said about the vulnerability of a half awake mind. The point in the day wherein we are not fully ourselves, but most agreeably no longer asleep. For me that point would be right around, oh, say about 5:30 in the morning.

Aside from a few of the Wife’s feminine hygiene produces, there really aren’t a great many things I can attribute to the "frightening" category, within the confines of my humble bathroom. I have resided here now for as near as I can recall, a little over three years, and as such, approaching something as mundane as said bathroom, even in a half awake state, really poses little strategic effort when applying it to the scary factor. I’ve learned over the years how to avoid the Wife’s threatening feminine hygiene produces, and I’ve taught myself how to maneuver around the offspring’s bathing toy’s, in a fashion that I can usually accomplish the morning poo and shower without ever feeling threatened or afraid of anything. So it should come as no surprise that upon discovering something I’d never seen before hanging off the head of the shower this morning, it raised a few flags in that preverbal gray area of my mind.

A strange new device awaited me as I pulled the curtain aside. A foreign object that had not only not been their the morning before, but which origins where unknown to me. Something new, something my half awake mind did not understand. Something to fear.

Taking a step back, I felt it best, even in my half awake state, to first try and workout what it was we were looking at, before attacking it. A quick sip of coffee, and the gears began to turn. The brooding cantankerous trudge of half awake cogs, and wheels, grinding with the desperate plea of lubrication in the form of more coffee. Another sip of coffee, and idea’s began to spring forth. Clearly the dingus had been man made. Just by looking at it’s plastic construction ruled out any alien relation what so ever. Man made further suggested that it probably came from a store, most likely Wal-Mart. Then I settled on the conclusion that if in fact it had come from a store, it was a safe beat that this new contraption, regardless of it’s purpose had been befriended by the Wife, and simply destroying it would ultimately result in retribution from our better half, and many lonely nights better acquainting ourselves with Esteban, our right hand.

While we did not know it at the time, what we were actually looking at here was a "Mr. Clean automatic shower cleaner", and I would have known this by simply plucking it from it’s bastion of a showerhead and reading the container. At 5:30 in the morning, simple is not something Static does well. Come to think of it, at 5:30 in the morning there really isn’t much we do well, outside of drinking coffee, and watching anime. We have to do everything the hard way this time of day. We have to struggle and battle with simple situations like they were the first wave of Hitler’s blitzkrieg. Like trying to figure out what strange, new, and slightly intimidating objects are, without reading the labels, ignoring the fact that our cold,

Tuesday, October 13.
After a nice refreshing break at home, a huge mad rush of homework and learning and busy-ness all day today. All the while much nature appreciation, sincere and loving.
All the madness and opposites poured into a melting pot that created a wonderful sense of refreshment and vitality; in a way, I feel sort of cleansed.

Siesta then work
Warm heart for lovely nature
Renews and revives.