First post (since August 2010) woo \o/
While dealing with a rather stressfull situation, after an equally stressfull day at work, I had some Frosted Circus Animal Cookies. These cookies, in my opinion, are the best cookies a person such as myself could possibly have after such a difficult day.
Many magazines (of both reputable and non-reputable reputations) have mentioned that crunchy things help us handle/relieve stress. In addition, many people rely on sweet foods to help raise dopamine levels. I, however, find something else comforting.
Have you ever noticed that no two cookies are frosted the same way? Nor are any two cookies sprinkled with sprinkles in the same way. Some, through chance, I suppose, are a bit slanted. Or the frosting has left a little layer behind (presumably because these cookies are frosted while on a dish or pan of some sort… maybe a cookie sheet?). My point is, no two cookies are exactly the same.
You know what would be really nice? If no two people’s names were exactly the same. For example:
A latina mother has just had her baby. She wants to name him Jesus. Her last name is Lopez. She tries to write in “Jesus Lopez” into the baby’s name tag. BAM! MESSAGE!
“We’re sorry. The name ‘Jesus Lopez’ is already taken. Would you like any of these alternatives?
1. Jesus Lopez2011
2. Jesus Lopez0511
3. Jesus Lopez051711
4. [ OTHER ]“
Think about it. Each person would have their own unique name. Obviously the mother wouldn’t have to put numbers in her son’s name. That’s just something to make the new mother laugh, in case she’s going through a hard time. Rather, it would encourage mothers to think of more unique names, and would discourage mothers from copying other people’s names.
That way, when we want to stalk someone online, or maybe find out information about a suspicious person one bought a horribly defective steam cooker from because one tends to be the type of person who is QUITE A BIT SILLY and is able to trust the most random people…. one can find out information about that person without confusing that person for a deceased 53 year old gentleman who died in New Jersey of a “prolongued illness”.
Think about it.
I wholeheartedly agree. Because I kinda helped you think of the idea.
Comment by LaSeandre — May 17, 2011 @ 7:46 pm