I am a man

No, not "the man", I am a man. Yes women can do what I did, but it just isn't as satisfying saying, " I am an adult ", plus, I kinda said that last post. This is a bit of a grab-bag of info, but hey, this is my life, my triumphs, and my folly.
I have infinite things to learn in my short time here with and without you all. What you should know is that I washed my hands.
Emily and I are a potent combo, that is true with our hair as well. (fig 1) It formed a mass in our pipes, effectively stopping the pipes from doing their job. After removing the bottom U piece, I found that weird form hanging, visually, quite akin to the product of a colon cleanse. When I attempted to disconnect this beast from it's birth canal, it refused. I tugged and tugged. Matson hair may be fine, but in mass and fortified with soap and Clarke beard trimmings, it is strong. After ripping out the little gremlin, I noticed that I still couldn't see through the drainpipe. A clog still persisted. Mind you, this clog couldn't reach into the wall like the other one, but it had it's own prowess. Short hairs, soap, and something else (maybe?) formed a mass that felt (yes, I pulled it out with my fingers) like grainy, clay-ish jello. (fig 2)
I made some broccoli soup then during cleanup, the bag that I had filled some how tipped over. Oh the mysteries of gravity. Yes, it sounded pretty gross as it plopped onto our floor. (fig 3)
Also, I took some pics two weekends ago and have included a video of me iceboating to show you what it looks like. Sorry it isn't longer but my hands were losing function. (fig 4 and 5) please note the bending mast; that is normal. Actually, it should be bending more, but I had to chill out to sail and video at the same time. Its so cool.
If you haven't checked in in a while, there are other posts. look for the "older posts" button.
my best to you all,
g.