Here's johnny...

I know this is all out of order unless you subscribe to the dp rss feed, so scroll down a bit to figure out what the hell i'm talking about.

Also, does anyone subscribe to the dp rss feed? I know i discourage it with my harsh demeanor, but i won't really come to your house and teabag you if you do. Its good for the environment?

Anyway this is the faucet that is in-freaking-sane. I mean he watches you no matter where you are! Maybe it makes people feel more self conscious, but seriously when you design a fixture like this you know its happening, right?  Its not an accident.

Someone wants me to think a little smiley face is watching me wash my hands, which I'm fine with.  But I can't help but wonder about the kinds of faces he makes at people who flush the urinal and return straight to the party.   Do not anger the sink fixtures,  they can cause unimaginable misery.   Seriously, just wash your damn hands. Apparently conferences make me think of restroom etiquette.

http://www.dailyplacebo.com/2006/08/sojourn.html
http://www.dailyplacebo.com/2007/01/reverse-anthropomorphism.html

I'm not obsessed with john.

Seroiusly, I haven't spent the entire time in the pisser, but this is a little bit freaky. You know that old tale about the portrait that tracks your gaze across a room? Well feast your eyes on this bad boy; whoever designed this faucet must have known what he was doing. Close up to follow...

The watering hole.

Okay, so this is really amusing. I'm away from the socializing to make a phone call (and cause I hate socializing) and I'm observing an interesting trend. Guys are walking around this corner for the restroom and they invariably see the big-ass men's room sign. However the newbies all turn left once in the alcove, although the true entrance lies to the right. So its a pretty easy categorization. Newly drunk men walk past, turn left and then walk past again to get to the John. Guys who've had more to drink round the corner and head straight to their destination; they've been there before. And guys who are eight drinks in are standing across the hall taking pictures and blogging the whole event...

Too much info

You don't want to know this... But the dude in the stall next to me just tore the place apart.  I'm a little jealous of how quickly he completed the transaction, but at the same time I feel a little bad for snickering when it went down.  Oh well.  And now you know.