I lost the stupid cup that came with my Zujiroshi NHS-18 rice cooker. The problem is that their documentations all say to use the cup, but don't tell you exactly how much rice it holds, in american units, and the way it works is that you put the rice in, using the cup, and then fill it with water to a certain level. This makes things pretty difficult when you don't have their cup. Their cup is not proprietary, and I can figure out how to make rice is the cooker anyway. There may be a certain amount of trial and error involved though.

Losing things is one of the most traumatic events that humans seem to endure. The range of emotions is based on the importance or value of the item lost. I am not pissed because the cup was valuable, nor am I pissed that I no longer have it. I am pissed because I JUST CAN'T FIND THE MOTHER FUCKING THING AND I JUST HAD IT THE OTHER DAY!!

Then there is the feeling when you lose something that is valuable. Two instances enter my mind instantly when I think about this. I used to carry my expensive Oakley sunglasses around with me, so naturally I would set then down at various places. The feeling I used to get when I realized I had left them somewhere was almost indescribable. It was sheer terror deep in the gut, followed by rage for being such a dildo, and then anxiety, because I had to rush back to where they were. Sometimes this was across town at a restaurant, where who the hell knows what could have happened to them. The few times this happened, luckily, there was a nice waitress who had held them for me. It was totally bad times when I left those suckers behind, because they were worth almost 200 bucks.

The other thing that pops in my head was recently when I was at the horse racing track, I had a winning ticket, and a value coupon thingy, which is just basically a ticket with all the money in your "account" leftover after you make your bets. I took both of them and somehow managed to throw them away with sum miscellaneous papers I didn't need anymore. Mind you, this was at the track on the 2nd busiest day of the racing season for them. Anyway, so I ended up digging through a nasty ass trash can to get them back out and luckily I found them both. The time between when I lost them and the time I realized where they were was terror, followed by rage for throwing them away, followed by disgust that I had to dig through a trashcan to get them back.

Then there are the biggies, like losing love. When you are a teenager, you emotions are pretty screwed up as it is, but then sometimes you have to deal with breaking up with a girlfriend or something of that nature, and those feelings can drive you to do unimaginable things.

Probably the biggest and hardest of all to deal with is losing people. Sure, it is a completely different type of loss, but it is loss none the less. I won't get into this one, because it cannot be described. You can't know until you go through it.

Anyway, various loss seems to be capable of producing an absolutely amazing range of raw human emotion, that cannot be replicated. You would not get those feeling if you lost something on purpose, or even if you tried to set yourself up to lose something, because you would still be expecting it. We should invent a loss simulator. We would be rich. I suppose the only was to do it might be to have someone pay a service that gives you the feeling of loss. Then our employees would follow the subscriber around, and then capitalize when the subscriber gets into a situation where our employee could quickly snag something. Then when the subscriber realized it was gone, they would get the emotions, then we would return whatever the item is. This would work for loss of material items only though I suppose.

I'll have to put some more thought into this...