I’m a natural-born inventor. In fact, one of my favorite activities is lying on the couch, staring into space, and dreaming up indispensable products that consumers won’t be able to resist. I do this all the time.
It’s a grueling process, fraught with obstacles, delays, and setbacks. For example, occasionally while I’m lying and staring, I’ll notice a dark spot that seems to have begun moving across the ceiling above my head. This causes me to wonder if I might be having some kind of neurological episode, but I soon realize the black spot is a small spider, probably working on an exciting new web design that doesn’t involve all that sticky fluid, which can be so messy and difficult to spin. The next day, I’ll see that the spider has managed to travel just three feet to the left, and now I understand that he may be lost and afraid, and waiting for someone to come and find him. It also occurs to me that if people had this ability to walk upside-down on the ceiling, it could prove useful. But then I remember that I once thought the same thing about snowshoes and cappuccino machines, and that theory didn’t turn out to be accurate at all.
Undeterred, I am encouraged by a smiling man on television who says there are companies out there that are hungry for invention ideas, and that they can’t wait to reward me with briefcases full of cash. I continue to think really hard.
During an especially promising session, I imagine that I’ve devised a shaving method that removes the hair from a man’s face without slicing off four layers of skin and causing significant loss of blood. It has to be one of those revolutionary breakthroughs in shaving technology, though. I can’t simply slide yet another razor blade into a cartridge and attach the whole apparatus to a plastic handle. Dragging a single blade around the face is dangerous enough; adding more, it seems to me, is asking for trouble. But if the thing really worked, if I could shave, quickly and without turning my bathroom into a Civil War battlefield, I would give anything for such a gadget, and I’m pretty sure others would, too.
Averse as I am to details that involve manufacturing and distribution, I leap ahead to the marketing phase, and decide that I must never refer to my concept as a gadget, or even a mere shaver. Rather, I’d call it a patented whisker-removal system, and would do an infomercial in which I brilliantly give away a second product, absolutely free. Customers would only have to pay separate shipping and handling. I would also offer an unconditional, lifetime, money-back guarantee. Then, after the first six months, I’d close shop and head to an island in the Mediterranean. I believe this is what all those salesmen hawking vegetable choppers do when their customers figure out that the forty-nine-dollar value they got for nineteen-ninety-nine is really worth about fifty cents.
Another invention I could use myself is some sort of hand-held device that scans unfamiliar food and provides a printed list of the ingredients. This would save me from having to ask endless questions in restaurants, like, “Those beige things. Are they mushrooms?”
Even more than contemplating actual inventions, I lie on the couch and fantasize about making a fortune as an entrepreneur while lying on the couch. In this ultimate daydream, I think about useful items that millions of people require and would gladly purchase. Then, without moving a finger, I instantly have a factory set up that is already cranking out the products and shipping them all over the world. I’m the president and CEO of the company. I picture myself and my hundred employees as we all gather in the corporate cafeteria to celebrate our wildly successful IPO. I also have someone on staff whose sole function is to remind me what CEO and IPO stand for.
You might suspect that what’s holding me back from a lucrative career as an inventor is my own laziness and lack of vision, as well as my refusal to actually learn anything about the process, or even to listen to the smiling man on television and visit his website. And you would be right. At the same time, I have a basic and inescapable mistrust in the system.
The reason for this lack of trust is that we have a tendency to invent – and buy — things we don’t really need. Diapers with cartoon characters printed on them is one that comes to mind. I doubt a baby has any way of seeing them. Speed bumps is another. After going over a speed bump, I usually get so mad that I end up driving twice as fast. I’d also like to meet the person who thought automatic flushing in public restrooms was a good idea. And car doors that lock themselves. And designer covers for toasters.
Some of the best inventions are simple things that we should have thought of sooner, but didn’t. Like liquid soap. Solid bars of soap left on the edge of a sink soon take on an unsettling appearance similar to that of leftovers that have migrated to the back of the refrigerator. But a pump bottle filled with thick, colored liquid makes me want to wash my hands.
I also never fail to appreciate the single line at the bank – and at certain progressive department stores. This is a welcome attempt to introduce justice into the shopping and banking experience, mostly by preventing customers from flying over to the newly-opened register or teller window while the rest of us have been standing in line for fifteen minutes.
And then there are advances we mastered decades ago that we somehow fail to apply when they’re most needed today. The two Voyager spacecraft were launched in 1977. They have traveled almost twelve billion miles, are now near the edge of the solar system, and are both still sending signals back to Earth. Meanwhile, we keep putting thirty-day batteries in those black boxes installed on airplanes that carry human passengers. I’ve been trying to come up with a logical explanation for such an oversight. But I guess I’m just not that inventive.
Philster999
April 19, 2014
Sign me up for that make millions while you lie on the couch thinking about making millions gizmo. Do you have a 1-800 number I can call?
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bronxboy55
April 20, 2014
Actually, it’s starting to sound like those make-money-online scams, the ones that involve nothing more than getting people to pay you to tell them how to make money online.
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Nel
April 19, 2014
Witty, as always, Charles. 🙂
If only I could be a millionaire just by napping all Saturday long (which I did, by the way), I’d invest in your lucrative endeavors.
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bronxboy55
April 20, 2014
If you’ve got the napping part down, you’re halfway there.
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Bruce
April 19, 2014
Good one Charles. Have you decided to have a crack at inventing a bigger lounge (laughed at that). Oh, and 30 day batteries in black boxes, there’s a sad puzzle.
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bronxboy55
April 20, 2014
Bruce, I have toys in my house that no one has played with for ten years, and the batteries are still working.
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Lesley at Lola Rugula
April 19, 2014
Condiment squeeze bottles that squeeze from the bottom is sheer genius, to me. Also, I admire your ability not to smash the spider at first glance.
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bronxboy55
April 20, 2014
You’re right about the condiment bottles. I guess someone eventually figured out that we were already standing them upside-down. Why not turn it into a marketing campaign?
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Mikels Skele
April 19, 2014
What a waste of time, trying to invent stuff by just lying around. You should try to write a novel by just lying around, as I do.
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bronxboy55
April 20, 2014
I have tried that, Mikels. The stories must all be pretty boring, though, because I keep falling asleep.
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silkpurseproductions
April 19, 2014
You have wonderful ideas for things we shouldn’t have to live without. I particularly like the bigger couch idea. You are going to be rich, I tell you, rich and famous. About that black box thing, I think everyone involved is now doing a facepalm.
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bronxboy55
April 20, 2014
We’ve made incredible progress in the past twenty years, especially in our ability to communicate. So why are they still dealing with something called a black box? It almost sounds like a magic trick.
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Margie
April 19, 2014
Interesting comment about the black box batteries. I bet the batteries in smoke detectors last longer than that after the main power is shut off!
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bronxboy55
April 20, 2014
Margie, see my reply to Bruce, above.
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earthriderjudyberman
April 19, 2014
Your ideas should keep inventors and entrepreneurs busy for years. As a major procrastinator, I can attest that some of my best ideas never made it past the daydream stage. Happy Easter, Charles.
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bronxboy55
April 20, 2014
The daydream stage may be the most important part, Judy. Everything starts out as a thought. Happy Easter to you, too.
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suburbanlife
April 19, 2014
“Averse as I am to details that involve manufacturing and distribution…” – brilliant way of saying that fantasy bypasses the messier parts of making things come to actuality! That whole business of 3-D printing provokes me to fantasize about how rich one could get by creating the “Dial-a-Shoe”, a 3-D printer which allows one to print out Jimmy Choos, Uggs, Air Jordans, or whatever brand desired, in colours of choice. Think of how irresistible such a product might be to fashionistas, shoe-fetishists, and anyone wanting to copy-cat the last Pope’s choice of Red Prada loafers. Liberal-leaning Humanitarians would be big buyers of this product. I mean guilt-free shoes, without the accompanying worry over child labour, slave wages, outsourced production?
Ahh, the possibilities. I am going right back on the couch to invent some more! G
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bronxboy55
April 20, 2014
Is this 3-D printing thing really going to happen, G? I recently heard a discussion on the radio about printing internal organs — replacement kidneys and gall bladders with the correct DNA, produced in minutes. I don’t get it.
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suburbanlife
April 20, 2014
Who knows if the technology gets off the ground? Friends who are buzzed on the concept see it as a future practice. However the possibility of this becoming scares me – if you spin out potential consequences (of which the unintended consequences are the ones which cause disaster down the line) mankind will be living in a Science Fiction culture. But, oops, we already are. G
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Chichina
April 19, 2014
Oh crap. My hand jerked when I went to assign 5 stars to your blog, so I accidentally gave you a half-ass rating. I hate it when that happens. It was a five star blog, trust me. Thanks for the smile this Saturday. BTW, has it ever occurred to you that you have a Walter Mitty thing going on?
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bronxboy55
April 20, 2014
I’ve never thought of it as a Walter Mitty thing, but that’s exactly what it is. How common is that tendency, do you think? I suspect it’s nearly universal.
Oh, and about those stars, don’t give it another thought. In my mind, you gave me twelve.
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Chichina
April 21, 2014
Yup, twelve, Walter.
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Doug Bittinger
April 19, 2014
Thanks for making me smile on this rainy Saturday, Charles. I hope you come up with that one thing that everyone needs and will pay you handsomely for. Oh, hey, how about training wheels for a pogo stick? Nah, pogos are passe now. Good luck!
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bronxboy55
April 20, 2014
Now that you mention it, I’m pretty sure the pogo stick is due for another comeback. Any day now.
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kerbey
April 19, 2014
Yes, why did it take so long to make liquid soap? Good question. Content aside, I enjoy your blog bc I never come away with it having found grammatical and spelling errors. That is rare, and that makes you superior to others. 🙂
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bronxboy55
April 21, 2014
Thanks for caring about spelling and grammar, kerbey. Those things seem to have grown less important lately. I wonder where the language is heading.
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rangewriter
April 20, 2014
Whoa! I was having a roaring good time reading this little ditty, then you you hit the ringer. Yea. What’s up with that? One month of life for the little black box that’s supposed to tell us what happened to a whole airplane full of people. That’s kind of like the little black dress that unravels the minute a drop of wine touches the fabric.
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bronxboy55
April 21, 2014
I’d never heard of that problem with wine and dresses, Linda. But I did manage to find this:
http://www.spiegel.de/international/zeitgeist/bum-wedding-bride-sues-designer-after-wedding-dress-unravels-at-altar-a-564536.html
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graemeu
April 20, 2014
Perhaps you can get rich testing sofa’s. As for the black box and MH370, tragic.
Do you remember the womens swimsuits that fell apart when exposed to chlorine, oops!
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bronxboy55
April 21, 2014
No, I didn’t know about the swimsuit situation either. Is it only women who have this problem of disintegrating garments?
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graemeu
April 22, 2014
Seems like a long time ago, super stretchy high fashion fabric, great at the beach but they weren’t up to a second dunking in a pool, back to the lab, and some chemist probably didn’t get their Christmas bonus. As to whether it extended to budgie smugglers… “Speedo’s” are gross enough as they are but I have a side splitting image in my head of a competition life-saving crew doing the usual wedgie only to find they’re left with just the draw-cord around the waist.
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bronxboy55
April 23, 2014
Thanks a lot for sharing those images. Now what’s the antidote?
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morristownmemos by Ronnie Hammer
April 20, 2014
Are you so clever when you’re lying on the couch? I get lots of ideas about great inventions, but don’t know where to go to make samples so the world could see the genius of the idea. Just one little customer, like Bed, Bath and Beyond or Amazon could change everything.
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bronxboy55
April 23, 2014
It seems as though you have to be wealthy just to get to the stage where you can start actually marketing and selling your inventions. When did that happen?
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She's a Maineiac
April 20, 2014
The black box battery life is a mystery. You’d think they would figure out a better solution by now, so tragic.
I laughed at the soap at the edge of the sink image. My mother (who is 80) seems to be the last person on the planet who still insists on having a half-moldy, petri dish bar soap holder.
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bronxboy55
April 24, 2014
I don’t like change unless it’s a real improvement, Darla. Liquid soap just seems like a better idea. But I’m sure your Mom would disagree.
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ranu802
April 20, 2014
Wonderful. I always wonder about the one that says buy one and get the second free,you only have to pay for shipping and handling. Now I know, when things seem too easy I become suspicious, you’ve figured it right away that’s your best invention.What more can you invent,this thought is superb.
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bronxboy55
April 24, 2014
I always wonder, too, Ranu. Exactly how much are they going to charge me for shipping and handling?
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Choosing
April 20, 2014
When I read the phrase “whisker-removal system”, the picture of a cat trying to shave off his whiskers appeared in my head. 😉
Oh, and by the way, my mum still uses the bar of soap too. 🙂
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bronxboy55
April 24, 2014
Your comment reminded me of something my mother once said. She told me that cats’ whiskers grow to the exact width of their bodies, and that’s how they can tell if they’ll fit through a small opening. Do you know if this is true?
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Stacie Chadwick
April 21, 2014
Do you watch Shark Tank, Charles? My entire family is obsessed with that show. You could make a fortune with them (but not Mr. Wonderful), then lie on your couch dreaming up more fortune-buffering ideas.
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bronxboy55
April 24, 2014
I don’t watch anything, Stacie, except for the constantly Breaking News on CNN, and an occasional documentary. Who is Mr. Wonderful? I’m guessing he’s not.
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shoreacres
April 21, 2014
Sometimes, the things we need have been invented. It’s just that we don’t know it, because our parents and grandparents opted for new-and-better, and really-good-but-old got left in the dust.
For example: I still use bar soap. BUT, I also use a ceramic covered soap dish that was part of a 19th century chamber set. Those soap dishes were beautifully decorated, and they had a little insert with drain holes that fit inside. Use the soap, put it in the dish, and any moisture drained to the bottom. The soap always was lovely and ready to use. Here’s a decent example.
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bronxboy55
April 24, 2014
Linda, one of my favorite things to do is visit old mansions that are furnished and filled with all of the household items that were in use back when the homes were inhabited. I’m always amazed by how beautiful and functional those things were. And I usually find myself wondering, “Would I ever have thought of this?”
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icedteawithlemon
April 22, 2014
Keep on dreaming on the couch, Charles. You may never invent a single, marketable gadget (and then again you just might)–and you may have to find another way to make your Mediterranean island fortunes–but the stories your dreams generate are priceless. (And if you ever do figure out how to make that fortune while still lying on the couch, I will gladly pay $19.95 for your secrets.)
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bronxboy55
April 25, 2014
Maybe we can put our heads together at the next family reunion. (We are still cousins, aren’t we?)
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ShimonZ
April 23, 2014
It’s such a pleasure, reading those thoughts that accompany you, as you lie on the couch… I think this time it saved me having to lie down on the couch myself… sitting here opposite the computer, I had a true couch reverie. Thanks Charles.
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bronxboy55
April 25, 2014
Thank you, Shimon, but please don’t let me stop you from doing your own relaxing research.
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pattheponderer
April 24, 2014
Is the CEO/IPO reminder position still available? I am 80% confident that I can fill that role perfectly. I work for cheap.
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bronxboy55
April 25, 2014
I’m sorry, Pat, but that position has been filled. However, I will keep your resume on file, and will be in touch if another suitable position opens up.
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daisy
April 25, 2014
Have you read The Lorax? “A thneed is a fine thing that all people need.” Your post reminded me of that. I bet if you keep thinking you’ll come up with something amazing someday. 🙂 You have a very creative and inquisitive mind.
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bronxboy55
April 25, 2014
Melissa, I probably read that book a hundred times to my daughter.
Thank you for your ongoing encouragement and friendship. Those are also fine things that all people need.
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D Holcomb
April 25, 2014
Ouch. Batteries in the black boxes. Stupifying.
On the other hand, I must admit that I LOVE those automatic flushing toilets. They were probably invented by someone with OCD.
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bronxboy55
May 1, 2014
I don’t know what goes on in the ladies’ room, Diane, but some urinals flush spontaneously, and for no apparent reason. I would think they could install a sensor that can tell when I’m no longer standing there.
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Sandra Parsons
May 11, 2014
And then somebody came around who over-engineered an automatic, no-touch liquid soap dispenser which would dispense 5 times the amount of soap anyone would need for ultra clean hands, thus rendering the perfect invention a humongous waste of resources and money – and people would still buy it in the name of hygiene! And the worst part of it? That, instead of marvelling at your marvellous post, I feel annoyed. Sometimes I am too German for my own good I’m afraid.
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bronxboy55
May 12, 2014
I don’t like automatic dispensers, Sandra — or any machine (including my car) that makes decisions for me. I want to decide when to lock the doors, how I’d like to spell flavor or generalize, and especially how much liquid soap to use.
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lostnchina
June 13, 2014
About 6 years ago we’d exhibited in a trade show in China for Chinese consumers. Across the aisle was this booth with a BRAND NEW INVENTION that would instantly blacken men’s hair into a kind of black that only a vat of stinking tar would have. There were booth bunnies to apply the cream to balding/greying men’s heads, and voila! They instantly went from balding/white-haired middle aged men to middle aged men with very fake looking hair.
At the end of the show, some of these men returned, as they were allergic to whatever stuff was in the dye. One had a really inflamed scalp, almost like a burn. There were some rude gestures and lots of shouting. Security was called. One of the booth bunnies claimed she was “molested” during the fight. I have a fuzzy phone pic of this somewhere but it barely captures the *moment*.
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bronxboy55
June 14, 2014
As plastic surgeons figured out a long time ago, people would rather look ridiculous than old.
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