I didn't expect this response from the public. In my daily life, no one speaks directly to me, or engages in eye contact because I'm so dark and mysterious. Obviously, the internet is different. I would much prefer sweeping legislation requiring people to communicate with me utilizing semaphore flags and interperative dance, but the heliograph manufacturers would probably block the bill while it was in committee. I guess I'll have to work with what I have.
I feel a sense of responsibility to continue this blog. I started it to be a public record of my pants pooping, and also a tool to answer the question of "why". Your comments are definitely helping me do that.
You have brought up questions I didn't think about: What will I do with my soiled trousers? Who will find them? Since there is a speed of light and a speed of sound, is there also a speed of smell? How will I let the readers of this blog know when I've "done the deed", as it were? I plan on answering ALL these questions and more as the day of pooping draws inoxerably closer. This is why I've chosen a ninety day countdown for my task - obviously eighty nine days is much too short a time to ponder these fundamental questions.
I want to assure you all that I read and appreciate all comments. Well, I'm not sure what else to say, so here's a picture of a monkey fucking a football: (No this isn't a viral marketing campaign initiated by Spalding or a manufacturer of monkeys)