Beginning on May 13, 2004, Dan Tobin set out to "chronicle 365 dumps in the life of my colon." His blog, 365 Dumps, is a still-growing record of his musings while on the pot. For the most part, they are filled with the mundane:

Saturday, May 8, 2004
Like so many days' efforts, there was nothing too special about today's. Minimal, early, entirely forgettable. Yet thanks to this blog, preserved for all eternity.

Tuesday, June 8, 2004
Your average, every-day dump. Sort of like going 1-4 with a walk and a run scored in a baseball game. Respectable, got the job done, but far from special. This is how most dumps are. There isn't a story to all of them. Some of them are just role players. Today was the Kevin Millar of dumps.

But this in the end is what makes the blog a required read for serious PoopReporters. We can get the sense reading the remarkable stories posted on PoopReport that we lead relatively boring lives, shit-wise. Reading Dan puts things in perspective, showing us life on the pot as most of us live it. Dan at times bores himself with his life and even toys with aborting his project. What sense does it make?

Tuesday, September 28, 2004
As some of you have noted, I haven't updated this blog in two weeks. And I've found pooping to be kind of liberating. No thinking, "What's my angle here?" No guilt if I'd skipped a day. And it made me wonder, is it time to end 365 Dumps a few dumps short? When I started it, I thought my life was headed in a different direction. Things change, maybe it's time to let this one go...

But I can't. Against the odds, this thing has readers, and loyal readers at that. And if I stopped now, it would be, what, 105 Dumps? That's pitiful. I must soldier on.

And we're richer for it, both because he describes even his boredom in enlightening ways and because, every once in awhile, shit happens.

Monday, March 14, 2005
...I can go a whole week without seeing my boss. Like the week that ended this morning when I found out my boss was coming in at noon for a meeting. Given this info, I figured I should dump at 11:30 and have enough time to be back my desk for his arrival. And dump I did.

It was massive, and because I'm in an idea phase of my writing, I spent a lot of the session with my head in my hands, eyes closed, deep in thought. I'm sure it looked like I was depressed and/or straining, but the dump was effortless. Shortly before I finished, someone entered the bathroom and I thought nothing of it. But when I stood up to wipe, I saw over the top of the stall, and who else could it possibly be after that first paragraph?

Our eyes met. I was temporarily frozen.

"Hey," said my boss.

"Hey," I said, wiping my ass.

"It's windy out there today," he said, turning away.

"Man," I replied, and flushed the toilet. I zipped up my pants at warp speed because I wanted this encounter to be over as soon as possible. Or at least I wanted to improve my status from "Guy in the stall." I went so fast, I didn't even remove my wedding ring when I washed my hands. Made me realize my pre-dump pocketing does indeed serve a purpose. All was well, with no work repercussions. He didn't even seem to care that I was dropping the deuce on company time. But I was horrified and also tickled that the first time I saw my boss in a week, my pants were around my ankles and the toilet was freshly filled courtesy of my butt. This is why it might be good for me to have female bosses.

PoopReport salutes you, Dan Tobin. Soldier on, and trust that we'll be watching.