Ok, so the deodorant gum arrived from Japan and here is my review. It's very strange. Fuwarinka is sort of chalky and falls apart when you first bite into it and then slowly metamorphosizes into the typical sticky wad (you know what I mean). The entire time there is a flavorful blast of citrus exploding through your mouth. The excitement and exoticism of this new gum fades quickly as the flavor ebbs sharply and you are left chewing gum that only faintly tastes of grapefruit and lemon.
Now I know the real question is whether or not this stuff is working. Truthfully, I�m not entirely sure yet. So far people have told me that I don�t smell bad. My informal tests with the control group, before I started chewing the gum, said I smelled pretty good. The other day one girl said I just �smell like skin.� Oh well. The original plan was to chew it for a month. We will see how things work out for me.
In other news I saw FEAR, D.I., Agent Orange, and Total Chaos last night. All bands were in top form as they usually are. I let some kid from I a band I didn�t see convince me to buy a CD from him even though he was kinda condescending. I was pleasantly surprised while listening to it on the way home. Who knows how I�ll feel about it a week from now. So maybe give Bloodhook a chance if they come to your neck of the woods.
Yesterday I went back to the Stitch Wars art show Tate�s in Lauderhill. It�s basically a bunch of knitted and crocheted Star Wars art. Nearly all the things I wanted were sold or out of my price range but I did buy an awesome Chewbacca pillow for my couch. The next show will be by local tattoo artists (including friends of mine I hope).
Here is the pillow.
I wanted these but I can't really afford them right now (even though they are totally worth the price they are asking).
Rancor Fink!
And this awesome "woogiee" (get it? instead of Wookiee or Snuggie!) complete with remote control holster.
Now I know the real question is whether or not this stuff is working. Truthfully, I�m not entirely sure yet. So far people have told me that I don�t smell bad. My informal tests with the control group, before I started chewing the gum, said I smelled pretty good. The other day one girl said I just �smell like skin.� Oh well. The original plan was to chew it for a month. We will see how things work out for me.
In other news I saw FEAR, D.I., Agent Orange, and Total Chaos last night. All bands were in top form as they usually are. I let some kid from I a band I didn�t see convince me to buy a CD from him even though he was kinda condescending. I was pleasantly surprised while listening to it on the way home. Who knows how I�ll feel about it a week from now. So maybe give Bloodhook a chance if they come to your neck of the woods.
Yesterday I went back to the Stitch Wars art show Tate�s in Lauderhill. It�s basically a bunch of knitted and crocheted Star Wars art. Nearly all the things I wanted were sold or out of my price range but I did buy an awesome Chewbacca pillow for my couch. The next show will be by local tattoo artists (including friends of mine I hope).
Here is the pillow.
I wanted these but I can't really afford them right now (even though they are totally worth the price they are asking).
Rancor Fink!
And this awesome "woogiee" (get it? instead of Wookiee or Snuggie!) complete with remote control holster.
Soon I will be receiving a case of Fuwarinka Gum, the candy that supposedly will change the chewer's body odor 
. I am curious to see if it works. After all, life is no fun when you smell like oreo dog vomit.
Here is the product description.
. I am curious to see if it works. After all, life is no fun when you smell like oreo dog vomit. Here is the product description.
An incredibly unique taste, this is peach jasmine flavored gum by kracie with special healing benefits. Not only is this a sugarless gum with added vitamin C, but it also contains hyaluronic acid, an ingredient claimed to help prevent premature aging in the skin, and it even improves the way you smell, adding a touch of aroma to your natural body odor. This pack contains 9 tablet-shaped (chicklet-style) individually wrapped gum candies. Treat yourself and your skin to this wonderful gum! A delicious grapefruit flavor.
I feel like I need a scientific approach to this. First, I will ask some random people that I know from work to smell me and provide a description of my aroma. This will essentially serve as a control. When the gum arrives I will chew two pieces a day for thirty days. Then those same people will be asked how I smell at a later date.
Good thing the institution I work for doesn't have any kind of Institutional Review Board (IRB). I don't know if it's ethically sound to subject my coworkers to this kind of experimentation. I still need to iron out a few details like the size of test groups. I suppose I should just try to get as many people as I can. I will post updates and conclusions here. Any comments or suggestions are welcome.
FYI, I chose the grapefruit flavor over the rose. I am ready and willing to smell like a fruit for science.
When it rains it pours
urine. On days like today I question why I moved back to Florida.
Most days all I look forward to is the end of work. But while I am driving home it always hits me; I hate where I live. The landlord is a fucking wanker. He bought the entire block hoping to flip it and we all know where that kind of thinking got us. Now he just ends up renting out the apartments without maintaining a single thing so this part of town is starting to look like shit. Just yesterday I saw the homeless man from my block in another town. He se said he went to Dania because he thought our street was getting too ghetto. Guess its time to move, huh?
Today wasnt any better. In fact it was much worse. Things have been pretty rocky at work so I was generally in a bad mood. On top of the usual agitations I was pissed I didnt get the day off today. I sat in my office writing a monthly report on all my comings and goings over the month of June. The monotony of the day was only interrupted by this little gem of a life experience.
Now I both love and loathe working next to a pawn shop across from a casino but today was one of those unfortunate days when the entertainment value wore a little thin. Given the nature and location of said shop I get to see some very sad and desperate people go in and out of that place. It gets rather depressing and you cant help but feel bad for a lot of the people who depend on pawn shops but the dude I encountered today gets no sympathy from me. When I walked outside to go to lunch some asshole was pissing next to my car with his dong out and facing a busy road at noon. There was definitely some significant splash back and quite a puddle beneath one of my tires. I was like What the fuck? and the then I notice he was with a woman who was standing on the sidewalk next to me. She started yelling at him and I just threw my hands up and went back into the office. He was so wasted it took him five minutes just to get back into his car and close the door. All I wanted was a Tasty Torpedo from Quiznos and all I got was a leaky one spraying my Taurus.
Most days all I look forward to is the end of work. But while I am driving home it always hits me; I hate where I live. The landlord is a fucking wanker. He bought the entire block hoping to flip it and we all know where that kind of thinking got us. Now he just ends up renting out the apartments without maintaining a single thing so this part of town is starting to look like shit. Just yesterday I saw the homeless man from my block in another town. He se said he went to Dania because he thought our street was getting too ghetto. Guess its time to move, huh?
Today wasnt any better. In fact it was much worse. Things have been pretty rocky at work so I was generally in a bad mood. On top of the usual agitations I was pissed I didnt get the day off today. I sat in my office writing a monthly report on all my comings and goings over the month of June. The monotony of the day was only interrupted by this little gem of a life experience.
Now I both love and loathe working next to a pawn shop across from a casino but today was one of those unfortunate days when the entertainment value wore a little thin. Given the nature and location of said shop I get to see some very sad and desperate people go in and out of that place. It gets rather depressing and you cant help but feel bad for a lot of the people who depend on pawn shops but the dude I encountered today gets no sympathy from me. When I walked outside to go to lunch some asshole was pissing next to my car with his dong out and facing a busy road at noon. There was definitely some significant splash back and quite a puddle beneath one of my tires. I was like What the fuck? and the then I notice he was with a woman who was standing on the sidewalk next to me. She started yelling at him and I just threw my hands up and went back into the office. He was so wasted it took him five minutes just to get back into his car and close the door. All I wanted was a Tasty Torpedo from Quiznos and all I got was a leaky one spraying my Taurus.
Today I found a turtle that was hit by a car. I brought it home and fixed him up as well as I could and then brought him to the SPCA Wildlife Care Center I hope it's ok. I asked them to update me.
A few thoughts on Shane MacGowan's new teeth.
My first reaction to the news was a high-pitched "Whaaaaaa?" I know some Pogues fans are quite troubled by this but I said "good for him!" I especially like how the teeth are gray and discolored to match his grizzled face. These implants might make him sound like he did when he had that charmingly decayed grin back in the 80s. Maybe now the crowd won't shrug in bewilderment at his garbled attempts to tell off color jokes on stage. My favorite quip from their show in Pompano was his pithy yet insightful observation of South Florida's weather, "This town feels like a big wet pussy."
Besides my selfish thought on the quality of his vocals (which honestly had not changed much since he lost his chompers) I must say it's good to see him taking care of himself a little. The Pogues are one of those bands at the top of my "see 'em before they die" list. Every time I have gone to a Pogues show I have said to myself "this will probably be the last time." There are few songwriters as poetic as Shane so this is a guy who should stay around awhile longer.
Rath De'ort, friend.
My first reaction to the news was a high-pitched "Whaaaaaa?" I know some Pogues fans are quite troubled by this but I said "good for him!" I especially like how the teeth are gray and discolored to match his grizzled face. These implants might make him sound like he did when he had that charmingly decayed grin back in the 80s. Maybe now the crowd won't shrug in bewilderment at his garbled attempts to tell off color jokes on stage. My favorite quip from their show in Pompano was his pithy yet insightful observation of South Florida's weather, "This town feels like a big wet pussy."
Besides my selfish thought on the quality of his vocals (which honestly had not changed much since he lost his chompers) I must say it's good to see him taking care of himself a little. The Pogues are one of those bands at the top of my "see 'em before they die" list. Every time I have gone to a Pogues show I have said to myself "this will probably be the last time." There are few songwriters as poetic as Shane so this is a guy who should stay around awhile longer.
Rath De'ort, friend.
Humiliated primate of the day!
No, I can't keep this up forever. I actually found this one by accident today.
No, I can't keep this up forever. I actually found this one by accident today.
I'm starting all over again in Florida and so I thought I'd give the whole social networking thing another try. More to come but until then feast your eyes on this awful display of primate humiliation.
