Time is the Fire in Which We Burn

I've been thinking about time quite a bit lately. I've been reflecting on how quickly time passes us by. My daughter is exactly 10 months and 1 day old today and I have been trying to remember what exactly has transpired in my life in the last 10 months and I can't really recall anything significant except for watching the growth of my kid. Time is such a blur these days that I only keep track of the passing of the week by knowing and remembering that trash collection day is on Tuesday mornings. Therefore, every Monday night after coming home from work, I pull out both my trash and recycling bins to the curb. And everytime I do this, I remember that a week in my life has passed by.

Can you piss correctly?

Do you ever wonder why people (men in this case) can't piss correctly? Have you ever seen urine on the floor of a bathroom right below the men's urinal? I'm trying to figure out what happened here. Did the person not know how to aim correctly? I mean the urinal is pretty big and it's pretty hard to miss. I could accept it if it were only a few drops here or there, but I am puzzled when I see a huge puddle below the urinal. I guess he didn't know how to aim ...