Saturday, June 12, 2004
Slightly eccentric
Heh heh.
The best bud (who FINALLY agreed to meet up with re-minisce, after several not-so-subtle hints) came up with the idea for a "fantastic" invention today.
I hope he doesn't mind if I write about it, in case someone (hah) steals the patent.
(sic)
So, have you ever been to a buffet and felt like eating EVERYTHING there, only the more you eat, the less good it tastes, because you're slowly beginning to get sated, and to feel bloated. Or full. Or generally nauseas to the extent that the unborn child within yourself is struggling to burst forth from the womb within your gut to the outer world, to catch a breath of fresh air?
So the idea is to have a device which acts as a touch-conveyor to your tongue, along which food is put into contact with, and an extension to the back of your oropharynx (that's throat. deep. throat. heh heh he... urgh.) which helps to stimulate the olfactory circuits of your taste sensation.
(analogy. For blokes : imagine an infinite orgasm machine, sans the pesky refractory period. For birds : imagine the same, sans uh friction burns. Cough. Where did that come from?)
Preliminary visualisations include a long tubular (? vibrator?) - design which goes down the mouth into the back of the throat. pause. Re-minisce prefers the more sanitised helmet version. Can mount telly screens too for the ultimate in laziness... eat and watch TV without moving a muscle! Maybe have voice controlled channel switching.
Gone, those toxic weight-loss pills... away, those painful sessions at the gym. Begone, foul liposuction procedures. THIS is the ultimate in gluttony, and hedonism.
Best bud also feels strongly that food should not be wasted, so an additional useful feature of this mechanised wonder would be recycling of the food substrates for the next consumer to use! imagine all the units chained together by their conveyor belts, with food cycling infinitely over all those tongues!
The (name to be decided) mk I! Indulge your inner child, and his mommy, and daddy too! And uncle, and auntie, and pet dog, and...
Oh yeah. And I have it on good authority that the (name to be decided) mk I will actually (almost) be endorsed by an official endorsing-type person!
...
Heh. This has been a pretty interesting holiday.
Downer : losing to best bud repeatedly at pool. Bah!
The best bud (who FINALLY agreed to meet up with re-minisce, after several not-so-subtle hints) came up with the idea for a "fantastic" invention today.
I hope he doesn't mind if I write about it, in case someone (hah) steals the patent.
(sic)
So, have you ever been to a buffet and felt like eating EVERYTHING there, only the more you eat, the less good it tastes, because you're slowly beginning to get sated, and to feel bloated. Or full. Or generally nauseas to the extent that the unborn child within yourself is struggling to burst forth from the womb within your gut to the outer world, to catch a breath of fresh air?
So the idea is to have a device which acts as a touch-conveyor to your tongue, along which food is put into contact with, and an extension to the back of your oropharynx (that's throat. deep. throat. heh heh he... urgh.) which helps to stimulate the olfactory circuits of your taste sensation.
(analogy. For blokes : imagine an infinite orgasm machine, sans the pesky refractory period. For birds : imagine the same, sans uh friction burns. Cough. Where did that come from?)
Preliminary visualisations include a long tubular (? vibrator?) - design which goes down the mouth into the back of the throat. pause. Re-minisce prefers the more sanitised helmet version. Can mount telly screens too for the ultimate in laziness... eat and watch TV without moving a muscle! Maybe have voice controlled channel switching.
Gone, those toxic weight-loss pills... away, those painful sessions at the gym. Begone, foul liposuction procedures. THIS is the ultimate in gluttony, and hedonism.
Best bud also feels strongly that food should not be wasted, so an additional useful feature of this mechanised wonder would be recycling of the food substrates for the next consumer to use! imagine all the units chained together by their conveyor belts, with food cycling infinitely over all those tongues!
The (name to be decided) mk I! Indulge your inner child, and his mommy, and daddy too! And uncle, and auntie, and pet dog, and...
Oh yeah. And I have it on good authority that the (name to be decided) mk I will actually (almost) be endorsed by an official endorsing-type person!
...
Heh. This has been a pretty interesting holiday.
Downer : losing to best bud repeatedly at pool. Bah!
