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tiny and BIG!

I am on a tiny plane, with a tiny keyboard, typing a tiny blog post.

I am unusually friendly to strangers as I travel today. I am aways the grumpy guy with the ipod sleeping on flights. I do have a headache and gas, but not enough to dampen my spirits.

Sadly I am forbidden to write about my bowel movements or I would have real news to share. Several friends who regularly hear my animated BM reports warned me that I must NEVER write about them on my blog.

Hmmm, maybe I will start a new anonymous blog all about my BMs--with photos!

Okay, taking off to the land of wrinkled men in leather and smoky weather--Palm Springs here I come!

Comments

Anonymous said…
*LoL* I would certainly read your BM-blog. Maybe because my life is all about that part of my body right now. Ooh that one came out wrong for those of you who don´t know me :)
1:37 PM
Anonymous said…
If the keypard is so tiny and the blog post is so tiny and the plane is so tiny how come you got on it considering what a HUGE BIG HEART you have.....?

Hey - keep your BMs to yourself will you please? This is too much information!
2:17 PM
Contemplative Activist said…
Oh stop it Peterson - I have heard more than enough about bowel movements today. My supervisors think I would be a great person to work with children with toiletting problems.

If you want some tips on how to promote regular and consistent bowel movements, which are neither too soft nor too hard, I'm now your woman...oh God help me!

BLEURGH!
4:25 PM
Anonymous said…
Peterson, you need to keep your deviant BM lifestyle to your self -- Don't flaunt it!

Boring, sunny Palm Springs. When will you be traveling to Seattle where we call the sun "Bright Light!"?
5:19 PM
Peterson Toscano said…
kj, well, it is going to happen in January. I have something scheduled in Portland the weekend of January 18 and the idea is that hopefully I will get something booked in Seattle the following weekend.

Want to work some magic and help me get a booking??? That would be a BIG help.
7:09 PM
Peggy Senger Morrison said…
Portland in January!!!
and me will be in Central Africa!
crap!
oh well, if you keep us informed I am sure a lot of Freedom Friends will show up.

Peggy Parsons
freedomfriends.org
8:52 PM
Elliot Coale said…
Peterson, as a friend of yours who loves you dearly but does not necessarilly yearn to hear about your BMs, I must urge you NOT TO POST ABOUT IT.

However, you may post about anything else that your heart desires. :D Any other topic is quite welcome.
9:13 PM
Anonymous said…
Hey Peterson.. Still reading your blog.. Guess what?
I got a cell phone!
5:11 AM
Willie Hewes said…
Erm, yes, please, no.

All due respect. I'm sure it's fascinating stuff, but, really.
5:13 AM
Peterson Toscano said…
daniel, I can't believe it! You must e-mail me the number so that I can harass you.

peggy, that is dreadful news. Well, I am glad for you that you will get to Central Africa, but sad that I won't get to see you. Will post details as I know them.

And as for the rest of you lot who have made it clear that I must keep a personal, intimate, special part of my life silent--well, perhaps in time you will learn to love ALL of me. :-)
12:52 PM
Christine Bakke said…
Lord only knows that from what I've heard from you, it would ruin your fan base to post anything about it...

However...you might find this interesting:

Poop culture book
1:24 PM
Peterson Toscano said…
She's back on-line! Ladies, Gentlemen and Others, it is Christine!

Welcome back and thanks for the link!
1:27 PM
Christine Bakke said…
This reminds me, don't forget to get the details from me about when I was so sick last Sunday and actually handed a bag of puke to my (still) friend Jed...I mean, you do love ALL of me, right? Call for details.

(I bet you're glad you missed that drama by one day, aren't you?)
1:30 PM
Nonsequitur said…
ummm... I suddenly feel very unnerved by this post, lol :)
3:23 AM
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