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The Many Uses of Bacon

In a previous post, I talked about the delicious bacon basket that I found while browsing the interwebs. Today, I come to you with an even more impressive bacon product.

Thanks to the great Uncrate, I was able to find the next best thing in sexual lubrication technology…

Behold – Bacon Lube

That’s right, that is Baconlube. Just when you thought bacon couldn’t be used anymore ridiculously we find that it absolutely can.

For a mere $12 you or you and your partner can slather your meat with meat juice. This sounds extremely wrong and disgusting and I have no idea why someone would do this. However, I think it would be funny if this somehow was used in secret without telling a vegetarian…oops, guess you aren’t a vegetarian anymore. Brings a whole new meaning to catching a beat.

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Things That Smell Fan-freaking-tastic

Mermaid: sucker for smells. This is a title I would proudly add to my resume and it is the honest to goodness truth that if a product smells good, I want it. I have found myself in salon chairs more times than I can count begging to buy the shampoo made for curly hair because it smells like magic, even though I know it will wreak havoc on my straight-as-a -board locks. Here are my favorite scented products and some reasons as to why I love them so:

1. Ocean Potion Aloe Lotion.
Florida & Heaven in a bottle. If you have never lathered yourself in Ocean Potion Aloe Lotion get on the next non-stop to South Florida and pick yourself up a case. This is without a doubt the best smelling lotion I have ever encountered. I have been rocking Ocean Potion since middle school and as my dear friend L used to put it, it is the scent of a “natural girl”.  The smell is intoxicating (think coconuts and the beach without being overpowering) and it leaves your skin as soft as soft can be. Perfect application: spend the day rolling around in the sand and the sea, take a shower, and apply generously. Never will you ever feel (or smell) better.

 

2. Redken Clear Moisture Conditioner
I will spend $18.00 for my hair to smell like this. I can’t pinpoint what the exact smell is, but in my best attempt it is the definition of clean. This conditioner leaves my hair shiny and weightless but most importantly smelling like I just stepped out of the shower all day long. I have tried a lot of conditioners in my day and time and time again I return to the light blue bottle and I always love myself for coming back.

 

3. Neutrogena Make Up Removing Wipes
I love mascara but mascara hates me. It sticks and refuses to leave my face. Very few products can take it off completely so I have had to master a combination of about four to get my face clean. These wipes play an integral role in the madness and mostly because they smell amazing. At the end of a long day my scentless face wash isn’t bringing me back to life, these wipes do. One swish along the forehead and I am surrounded by flower petals, fresh shower scents, and something else that I can’t identify but really rocks my world.

 

4. Giorgio Armani Emporio She
My all time favorite scent. I purchased my first bottle in high school and it is still in the regular rotation of mermaid-endorsed perfumes. It’s heavy without being overwhelming and it sticks, so I can smell it all day long. Sephora tells me this: Emporio She is the liquid interpretation of modern femininity – gentle yet radiant, comfortable yet exotic. Daring. Spirited. Embracing. A modern oriental. With notes of Angelica, Cardamom, Bergamot, Mandarin, Heliotrope, Vanilla, Cedar, Musk, and the style is intrinsically feminine. Sephora knows me better than I know myself! A modern oriental? Yeah, I can get down with that.

 

 

On the Importance of Venting

Tuna introduced me to the art of letting loose during an epic Vent Session behind the storied 106 Woodale over a fire pit and Coors Light’s newest bullshit marketing ploy, “vent cans.” I stand by that letting out your frustrations is a good idea in the right situation. Looks like Manny Ramirez could have used a little venting before hopping in bed with his wife last evening…

Some may argue that venting might make your problems worse as agreement from others (which may not even be agreement as much as friendly acknowledgement of your vent statements) validates your concerns about the person or issue in question. While that may be somewhat true, you’ve just got to make sure that your venting is channeled in a positive manner or direction and not just rage:

Creative Outlets

Poetry, songwriting, recording yourself playing badass music like Swanznugget, art, regular writing…all are things that you’ll see end up very inspired and passionate when done under the guise of relieving stress and venting. And I guarantee that letting it out will make you feel better.

Get Loud

Bury your face in a pillow and scream.

Blare a loud, angry song in the car and scream the lyrics loud as shit. I recommend Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit or The Way I Am by Eminem.

Break something (just be safe…and don’t punch hard stuff…you can use the pillow again here)

Exercise

I know when I’m REALLY pissed off is when I do some good exercising. The adrenaline fuels your lifting, running, sport-playing and often carries you a little longer than your normal intrinsic motivation will and, as a result, you’ll be exhausted afterward. This exhaustion is the direct result of you saying “fuck you” to the shit that’s bugging you and you’ve got me to thank when your calves are bulging and bitches start turning their heads. Hint: steroids have the opposite effect.

 

 

 

 

 

Growing Up: Changing the Way I Drive

I don’t really remember if I drove like a dick before college. What I do know, however, is besides a random trip to the beach or whatever—college is the first time I was introduced to long drives on the open road with a destination at least 350 miles away. These trips between Baltimore and Elon became a bit of a race with myself; I always wanted to beat my personal best time. Mapquest (does anyone still use Mapquest?) put my trip at 6 hours, 25 minutes. My best was 4:15. Bite me, internet.

A mix of reckless driving charges in Virginia and time have made me notice changes in my driving habits:

Speed
This one’s pretty elementary: I don’t drive quite as fast. First off, I remember royally fucking up my first car by getting it (ask Tuna how loud and crappy that white Sunbird convertible I had the first half of sophomore year was) to 100 mph on my way home from an Orioles game. Not wise. Also ask Tuna about our trips to Florida and Wilmington together…I don’t mess around. This was especially true when we had other cars in our group that I convinced myself I was racing (See: Beating a car to Tampa by an hour that left two hours prior to ours). Now it’s not worth the money…not like I even get tickets. I just don’t want them even MORE now.

Changing Lanes
I used to weave in and out of the lanes like Nelly once told me to do in a song. Unless I’m in a hurry or someone else is driving like a granny I don’t really bother changing lanes quite as much.

Letting People Pass Me
Being an asshole, I used to actually get personally offended when someone passed me on the road. If I saw it happening I would sometimes speed up so they couldn’t pass. If they successfully passed and I had a long way to drive, a game was hatched in my mind: I was determined to catch back up to said person. Or I’d just linger a little behind them and use them as a shield for cops. Either way, I got mad when someone would pass me and I don’t anymore. In fact, there’s nothing more satisfying than seeing someone zoom by you and then in ten miles you observe them having been pulled over.

As I sit here in my shirt and tie and avoid work for a half hour to type a blog post I realize that there are many areas I haven’t yet matured in, but there are some that I have. Driving is one.

Best/Worst Thing Ever – The Warm Toilet Seat in a Public Bathroom

You just helped yourself to a double portion of Cheesy Beef Burrito/Crunch Wrap Supreme at the local Taco Bell.  You’re casually walking out of the building on your way home from work, but then it hits you like a 20 ton locomotive chugging full steam ahead.  You need to use the restroom in the next 8 seconds or else you will messily shit your pants in front of the cute Taco Bell worker that they’ve done a great job of using in their advertising campaigns.  You rush to the lavatory only to see another person, quite similar to yourself, strolling out of the only stall in the room with a coy smile and forehead full of beading sweat.  Despite this obvious red flag, you rush in, hook your thumbs into your pants and underwear at the same time without unbuttoning, and fumble them down to your quivering ankles.  Next thing you know, your little butt cheeks are seated on the toilet and you’re seconds away from sweet relief.  As you finish the act of sitting down, two thoughts race through your head.  The first is instinctual: “Oh, the seat is warm! This is nice!  I’m glad my cheeks are not shocked from the cold barren toilet bowl!”  Then, mere milliseconds later, the second thought crashes in:  “This is vile!  A stranger’s bare ass was just on this seat that I am sitting on!  Can I get herpes/AIDS/chronic butt zits from this?”  On the one hand, you don’t mind the warmth and it’s kind of nice… On the other hand, you are disgusted that the bodily heat from a stranger’s butt is currently warming your butt.

That, my friends, is the dilemma of the best worst thing ever.

Let’s break this down.  Nobody likes the shock of an icy cold toilet seat.  If we could have toilet seat warmers installed on all toilets, I feel confident saying the the world would be a better place.  Violence diminished, hunger solved, cancer cured, and the sun would simply shine brighter.  ..

On the contrary, I just don’t want other people acting as the seat warmers for my toilet experiences.  I cannot think of a thing much worse than sitting your bum on the residual ass heat of a complete stranger.  Hell, I don’t even like the idea of having my butt absorb the residual ass heat of a family member or good friend.  Picture it like this: it’s like you and the stranger just pulled your pants down and rubbed your dirty buttcheeks together in some sort of weird, naked, reverse missionary position.

Now it’s a complex debate worthy of deep, concentrated thought and I’m not going to reveal my personal preference in this post.  I’m leaving it up to you, the reader, to decide.  Which is worse?  Icy cold toilet seats or residual ass heat toilet seats?  Please leave your comments in the comment section as I am very curious to read what you think.

An Exercise in Bad Facial Hair

I try to keep my Red Sox fandom to a minimum on this site. People tend to hate us and for the life of me I can’t seem to figure out why. I mean, the Yankees still do exist and they are still reprehensible and get hit with foul balls because they are on their cell phones because of it. But this post isn’t about Yankees v Red Sox, it’s about facial hair. A few weeks ago, the Sox brought up outfielder Josh Reddick from Triple A Pawtucket. He’s got some pop and is good in the field, I had read about him and had already started to like him. Until I saw his Chinstrap:

Reddick is another prime example of bad facial hair, which some Sox fans have grown to accept since it has run rampant on our field for the better part of a decade. I still think the Yankees are the worst thing on the face of this earth (I mean they obviously are since Osama got shot) but they do that the shaving policy right:

Don't look him in the eye. Don't look him in the eye. Don't look him in the eye. Don't look him in the eye. Don't look him in the eye. Don't look him in the eye. Don't look him in the eye. Don't look him in the eye. Don't look him in the eye. Don't look him in the eye. Don't look him in the eye. Don't look him in the eye. Don't look him in the eye. Don't look him in the eye.

 

So here is the worst facial hair there is, with some help from American Idol, Red Sox players,  and a couple writers from this site:

The Patchy-

I can’t get too mad at this one because it’s what I have. Unfortunately, that doesn’t make it any less disgusting. The other follicle configurations on this list are bad because of their style and what they imply about their grower. But this is a whole different level of bad. When I talked about Yoga Pants, I discussed that certain people shouldn’t wear them. The same thing holds true for beards. Check out Keanu, that beard is atrocious. And it’s nothing against him as an actor (mainly because I don’t need to say what has been said 400 times) but that beard just doesn’t work. Not everyone is born as Ewen McGregor as Obi Wan. I mean, this beard is super fucking luscious. I want to rub my face in it.

 

The Chinstrap- 

This one is pretty terrible. I went to high school in Florida and nightly on the news there would be pictures of some white trash dude with a chin strap who had “allegedly” beat the hell out of his girlfriend, nana, or new born baby. The chin strap is straight up bad news. I imagine that folks with a chinstrap are often left with a horrible choice: The Patchy or The Chinstrap. Well I’m here to tell you that there’s a third choice, go clean shaven. Those options are terrible. I mean if you just look at Chris Daughtry you should understand. Every Michael Jordan (who has terrible Hitler facial hair now) needs a Scottie Pippen. Well in the world of shitty music, Nickleback is that MJ and Daughtry is their Scottie. And someone could argue that without this atrocity on his jawline, he would be a better person, which in turn would inspire him to not write the same bullshit song one after another. But I guess we’ll never know.

 

The Fu Manchu- 

Not too much to say about this one since it’s a vanity beard. Nothing functional about it. On the positive side, it usually isn’t super patchy but on the negative side, it makes you look like an idiot. The only two people that can rock it successfully are Kevin Youkilis and Hulk Hogan. Those are bad numbers. Two people out of six billion shouldn’t be enough to keep this facial hairstyle in existence.

 

 

 

There you have it, The Patchy, The Fu Manchu, and The Chinstrap. Courtesy of myself, tuna, and boutmypaper.

Last but not least- This has been an exercise in bad facial hair. Not everyone is swanznugget who now looks like Ginger Abe Lincoln:

Bravo!

5 Handy Tips to ensure barely crossing the threshold for avoiding hell

This would be funnier if there were a picture here.

 

I can’t say for sure which type of person pisses me off more:

 

(1) People who are blissfully ignorant of the kind of suffering that describes over one billion people in the world facing chronic hunger. (c/o UN Food and Agriculture Organization)

OR

(2) People who are not only aware of said suffering and in a position of great economic power in this world, but who could give a flying fuck about it.

 

I know that asking others to give pause and think about what it would mean to take daily five mile walks for access to dirty drinking water or to watch a son become a child soldier used against his own people just isn’t going to work with either grouping, so I came up with a much better angle.

Hell offers several key advantages as a tourist hotspot. Parking is ample and all expenses are paid (you’ll repay those over time). It’s also nice not having to worry about bad weather; nothing can interrupt getting your tan on and enjoying the heat. Additionally, you’ll never have to worry about having representation; it’ll be tough to find other tourists who aren’t politicians and lawyers.

Unfortunately, this resort falls well short of a five-star rating, as it draws some mixed reviews for the forced sodomy from its army of demons. Also, the continental breakfast features cold scrambled eggs, and they don’t even refill the bacon and sausage platter.

While there are some nice selling points, an eternity of damnation is probably something you want to avoid. But it can be a lot of tedious work to help make meaningful changes in the lives of others, and there’s a new Weeds tonight. Never fear, I’m here to help you do the bare minimum to save your soul! Here are five very lazy ways to be able to say that in at least some small way, you have helped someone beside yourself:


(1) Make a microloan with Kiva

Kiva by this point is a well-known site that specializes in microloans for the developing world. Microloans are a great solution for people who believe in teaching a man to fish rather than shipping him a bag of Groton’s and calling it a day. You can help grow local economies by lending small funds for overhead costs to entrepreneurs in the developing world. 98% of all loans made through Kiva are repaid in full (hey, that’s a better return than we’ve gotten from the bailout!). With one night’s bar tab, you can actually make a meaningful impact that will indirectly benefit other members of each entrepreneur’s community.

(2) Cure cancer with your screensaver

This project, called Folding@home, uses the computing power of everyone who installs the program to in effect create a supercomputer that runs incredibly advanced simulations dealing with protein folding. Protein folding is a largely mysterious but critical biological process. Proteins that fold incorrectly are linked to diseases such as Alzheimer’s, Parkinson’s disease, cancer, and ALS. It has also produced 78 research papers that I haven’t read, but that imply some kind of meaningful results have already been achieved. All you have to do to help cure disease is change your screensaver. Come on, this one’s incredibly easy.

 


(3) Click a button and feed people

The Hunger Site operates by contributing 100% of proceeds via ad revenue from its sponsors to its charitable partners. Here’s how it works: you visit the site and click a button at the top. Instantly, you’re told you’ve donated 1.1 cups of food to the hungry. You can click multiple times and visit daily. You can also choose to make a difference in the fight against breast cancer, to support veterans, or to promote child health and literacy. Again, come on – it’s clicking a lint-licking button. Make this your homepage and you’ll feed someone for a month. You can also shop from their store to make more of an impact.

 

(4) Volunteer

Ok, I lied. Unlike the first three options, you usually will have to leave your office chair for this one. There will realistically always be a great need for service that exceeds what available volunteers can provide. You don’t have to be a soldier to take pride in serving your community and, by extension, country and world. Here is an exhaustive volunteer opportunity search. Even browsing for just a few minutes and seeing if you are called to anything is valuable in of itself.

 

(5) Don’t get too comfortable in your own shoes

How exactly was it decided that I would be born into a middle class family in suburban America and not Somalia? Are basic health and nutrition deserved by all children, or just white ones? How would your life or our society as a whole change if food and clean water were scarce and distant, as opposed to readily available at all times? Do you know the working conditions of the factory where your brand name clothes were made, often by young children earning pennies an hour? Is maximizing income and luxury really fulfilling if you accept these realities?

 

Please do something. It doesn’t have to be a lot, but good god. I don’t want you to go to hell either.

Place for an Epiphany: A Stoop

A stoop, according to Webster’s Dictionary, is:

a porch with steps in front of a house or other building. Ask me and I’ll tell you much more.

 

I’ve been going through a lot of changes lately and my current transition can be most sensibly be symbolized by the alcove in front of my new townhouse and its seven marble stairs. Anyone our age with any class or distinction watched a beloved cartoon titled “Hey Arnold!” In said show there exists an episode where a gentleman appropriately named Stoop Kid is revealed as a homebody–teased for his fear of leaving his stoop.

What am I getting at? Well, I see a bit of myself in Stoop Kid; I tend to be a bit of a homebody and fear change and uncertainty a bit. Simply put, I realized I was in a rut and was becoming scared to “leave my stoop” or my place of comfort for fear of the world at the foot of those steps. With the help of a promotion requiring me to be closer to the city, I rashly visited a place being subletted in downtown Baltimore on a Monday with cash-in-hand and my mind made up barring some ridiculous observance during my visit and was sleeping in the new place by Friday night.

And after work on that Friday night, I found myself visiting the corner liquor store adjacent to my home and purchasing a six-pack of Budweisers with the intention of sitting on my new stoop, consuming them, and people-watching for a bit. Then I realized…I’m on a literal stoop but I’m still sitting on my metaphorical one–watching the city from where it’s comfortable and safe. So I went upstairs, put the beers in the shared refrigerator, scribbled a passive-aggressive note: “Tim’s” on them and I left my stoop.

I felt like a million bucks in my Virginia Slim-like Snapback hat, my Tuna-like V-neck and my Robthewelterweight-like Cargo Shorts. I walked about a block before I saw a rat and got scared of Baltimore because..well, let’s be real-Baltimore is kind of shitty and utterly terrifying at night. BUT the point is that I identified my fears and did something about it. The next night I walked three blocks.

Here is my plea to you, readers: We all have a comfort zone, or stoop, which is as close to the unknown that we feel safe venturing. Figure out what that is and take a step towards the terrifying. The older we get, the fewer chances we’re going to get to be reckless and take uncalculated risks. Please, do it before you get old like Dgleese.

 
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