In regards to the recent poop classification post, here’s a paragraph from one of the forthcoming Ohle novellas:
“On returning to Sibu, the Professor reached his laboratory well past dusk. He went in and slumped into his chair, exhausted from his travels. There was in the post the new edition of the Bristol Stool Scale, a medical aid designed to classify boon feces into seven groups for diagnostic purposes. The form depended on the time it spent in the colon, and could indicate certain medical conditions from constipation to cholera. There were seven types: hard lumps, like nuts, difficult to pass; sausage-shaped with nibs; like a bloodwurst with surface cracks; like a snake, smooth and soft; pasty blobs with clear cut edges, passes easily; fluffy pieces with ragged edges, mushy; and no solid pieces, entirely liquid.”
[...] via Clusterflock [...]
It’s things like this that make me happy to be alive.
Man is the only animal who talks about poop.
I work in an office of girls, we give Poop a glancing blow but being so much older I fear being labelled with some kind of poo fetish!
Is that some kind of English fetish?
Sheila, I have never been labelled a Scatman! But I am happy to be.
Phil Bebbington, you never cease to surprise me.
I wanted to post this, this morning, but the day got away from me:
Poop Report.
July 23, Input, 12:45 pm, from Gates and Sons, “Burnt Ends on Bun with Cole Slaw.”
July 24, Output, 5:42 am, #5 on the Bristol, virtually identical to input.
Ah, the Virtually Identical Input-Output Syndrome.
In regards to the recent poop classification post, here’s a paragraph from one of the forthcoming Ohle novellas:
“On returning to Sibu, the Professor reached his laboratory well past dusk. He went in and slumped into his chair, exhausted from his travels. There was in the post the new edition of the Bristol Stool Scale, a medical aid designed to classify boon feces into seven groups for diagnostic purposes. The form depended on the time it spent in the colon, and could indicate certain medical conditions from constipation to cholera. There were seven types: hard lumps, like nuts, difficult to pass; sausage-shaped with nibs; like a bloodwurst with surface cracks; like a snake, smooth and soft; pasty blobs with clear cut edges, passes easily; fluffy pieces with ragged edges, mushy; and no solid pieces, entirely liquid.”
Phil, I’ve never laid eyes on that before. Makes me want to dance my ass off.
Rick, it was quite a hit here – I think it was 1994 or thereabouts. It was good to rediscover it.