I'm working with Lisa this week on making some crazy hats for That's So Raven. They have some weird space age toilets on the lot at Hollywood Center, the kind with two flush volume choices. We got to talking about the auto flushers, and how they are annoying.

Taking a few moments to yourself in the stall, you perhaps may lean forward to rest your head in your hands, with your elbows on your knees, a la the Rodin sculpture "The Thinker." This then puts you below the range of the electric eye, and WHOOSH! you are hopping up so your fanny doesn't get wet. Perhaps you are arranging the paper seat cover. As soon you get it settled and turn around to get semi-undressed to sit down, WHOOSH! it's gone, and you have to start all over.

Still, I'm grateful for our technology. As of 15 years ago, the commodes in Eastern Europe were poorly designed at best (the poop shelf???) and a trough in the floor at worst. If we want to improve upon an already good thing, I'm okay with that.