Indoor Slide

It occurred to me recently that sometimes the best things in life really are the most simplistic. A perfect example of this is the concept of slides. Why would anyone ever want to walk down stairs when they could zoom down a smooth, exciting slide? Why conform to the same routine of one foot in front of the other when you can slide on your butt, your tummy, go backwards, sideways, two people at a time, all the while giggling and having an amazing experience for the several seconds that the slippery ride lasted? This has led me to one simple conclusion; if I build a house one day, I will have a slide in it.

I think the best way to make this idea become a realistic reality is to have the slide be part of the staircase. I can't imagine it'd be a particularly difficult thing to include in the plan of the house, nor would it require a large amount of modeling to accommodate it. I wouldn't need an elaborate slide to be happy, I'd just need something there to provide an exciting alternative to the staircase.

The possibilities are not just limited to enjoyable personal transportation from point A to point B. I would never have to carry dirty clothes down stairs ever again. I could shove the cat down there if it was annoying me. I could make my slinky race things.

Everyone loves slides. They should become a mainstream alternative to stairs.

Ball Pit

Ball pits are awesome. Anyone who disagrees probably had a miserable childhood. No one should be deprived of amazing experiences like swimming in giant pools of brightly colored balls, sinking into their beautiful, shiny embrace in a state of blissful joy as other children giggle with glee around them. Parents would stand by in awe that such an amazingly simple concept, a pit with balls in it, could provide such an immense amount of entertainment for their small ones as they pegged balls at each other's faces and buried themselves in the rainbow of germs and bodily smears.

I have decided I want one.

I don't think this is a particularly impractical idea. After getting this idea in my head, I did what I do with most everything else and went directly to Google. It turns out there is even a calculator for calculating exactly how many balls you will need to fill a pit and the approximate cost. Turns out a ball pit is more expensive than I anticipated, but definitely in the realistic range. The calculator can be found here: http://www.chiliahedron.com/ballroom/

Imagine a living room with a ball pit instead of a couch. The possibilities push my mind to the verge of exploding. Beer pong could be taken to an entirely new level. Balls could be thrown at people's faces for absolutely no reason. Cats could be buried in it. Not only could you have the entertaining childish experiences, but being an adult in a ball pit means you can also pursue more grown up endeavors if you were to find a willing partner.

Clearly this needs to happen.

What Is This?

As we grow up in life, we frequently want things. At the time, it is near impossible to distinguish a good decision from a bad one, or whether or not an idea is practical, impossible, or composed of sheer awesome. Ideas are often fleeting, sometimes they are nothing more than a whisper of the impossible which leads us to fantasize, other times they become the very essence that drives us.

I have been informed by people around me who are often exposed to my rantings that the things I frequently decide I want out of life are impractical, illogical, and odd. That leads me to why I am here. I've decided to write things down as I become determined that I want them. The idea behind this is to watch my mind evolve over time, or maybe realize I'm stuck being a kid forever.

I'm throwing all of this out there for the internet to see. Maybe someone out there will be inspired, disgusted, or at best, maybe I can give someone a moment of amusement.