May 30, 2012
Mr. Blog’s Tepid Ride has a long history of toilet-related posts:
That’s just a few. And don’t get me started on Mr. Know-It-All. His posts started and ended in the toilet.
It must run in the family, because here is Mr. Blog’s brother, Allan Keyes, reporting on some curious Japanese plumbing.
Of all the high-tech gadgetry I saw in Tokyo, perhaps the one that stays with me the most was the toilet in the first hotel I stayed in. It really was kind of amazing. First of all, the actual toilet was separated off in a small room away from the actual wash room. Ok, fair enough I suppose. When I opened the door to the toilet, three things happened simultaneously:
1) The light automatically came on
2) Water in the toilet started to run
3) The lid of the bowl popped open invitingly.
Seriously. That toilet was giving me a “come give me what I need big boy” kind of vibe. But I had my fun with it- I got so that by opening and closing the toilet room door rapidly, I was able to manipulate the lid into basically singing along with the radio (and the flashing room light was just like a strobe!)
But here’s the thing that I still can’t wrap my head around – the control panel. Yes, that’s correct – the control panel. What kind of toilet needs a control panel? One that features this:
Heated toilet seat
Three levels of flush intensity
“Massaging seat” (!)
Compare this to my Xbox controller:
MY TOILET WAS MORE COMPLICATED THAN MY XBOX.
But then again, my Xbox never really heated my ass either. At least not willingly.