Just Say “No” to Sharing Toothbrushes.
If I had not caught her doing it, my wife may never have admitted to “sharing” my toothbrush. I use quotations around sharing, because I feel that if one side has not consented to the share, then the share is null and void, and becomes borderline theft. It’s a form of deceitful borrowing; using and giving back, so technically not stealing, but still using without authorization.
The problem arose when my wife bought us matching toothbrushes. Sensing a future issue, we had used identifying markings on each brush, marked with a “permanent” pen. The thing about permanent ink is that even it is not impervious to daily moisture and friction when applied to a plastic surface. So the ink was no longer visible after a few weeks, but I could still see the indentations of the mark if I looked for it in the right light, at the proper angle. This was enough for me to sleep in peace; to know that I was still using my own brush. When I really think about it, I don’t know what’s worse: someone using your toothbrush (purposefully or not) and not telling you, or using someone else’s toothbrush and not telling them. Either way, it’s a germaphobe’s field day. That night I entered the bathroom, picked up my toothbrush, readied the toothpaste, and noticed at the last second that the bristles seemed oddly moist for having not been used since the morning. I didn’t take me long to realize that something had gone very, very, awry.
So is this absolutely insane, to be grossed out at the notion of sharing microscopic foodstuffs and saliva with your significant other? My gut tells me yes, but it’s also told me that my whole life. You’re taught at a very early age not to share beverages in any container because of the backwash potential; especially if the Sharer is a known bottle sucker (not a pourer, but a full lip-sealing, liquid siphoner). So is all that warning waived when you start kissing someone? If one’s significant other becomes ill, should they then not even put up a defence against acquiring that same infection? Should they just phone in the pending days off work they will have to take due to illness? Should the medicine cabinet be permanently stocked with Cold-FX, NyQuil, DayQuil, and every other product that seems to eradicate sickness at the same speed of natural healing?
Not limiting this story only to my wife’s devices, I have heard of, and seen, other instances of chewing gum, lollipop, and various care-free, saliva sharing methods. I’ve seen something like this go down before:
“Hey, can I have some of your gum?”
“Sorry, I’m chewing the last piece I had.”
“Oh, well that’s alright, just give me half of the piece you’re chewing now.”
“…….”
“…….”
“…are you serious?”
So, since I enjoy a good poll like anyone else, I am leaving this debate to the very same voting device that I subjected Lululemon to. Readers, to the Polls!
SDC takes Lululemon to the Polls…
Inflation of Panhandler Rates, Onion Sombreros, and The Lululemon Deception.
I was walking down the street earlier this summer when I was approaching a panhandler. As I drew nearer, I reached into my pockets in anticipation of the spare change request. Around the same time my hand was revealing itself from my pocket with a few nickels and/or dimes, the panhandler said, “Excuse me sir, could you spare $5000?”
Taken a back, and a little amused, my hand returned to my pocket with the change, and I replied laughingly with something to the tune of, “dude, if you get someone to give you that, I’ll be asking you for money.” I needed that change for the parking meter anyways.
True story.
*****
There seems to be an influx of male humans carrying on with their lives, under the impression that it, for some reason, became “ok” to wear Lululemon clothing. Alright, alright, yoga is becoming a bit of a trend, and people like to do it, it decreases the chance of you dying in the near future, so I guess these yoga people need very specific stuff for it. That’s fine, stretch all the spandex on yourself you need to… IF YOU’RE A GIRL. All I’m saying is that there’s plently of manly workout gear out there, and this stuff ain’t it. Please refer to Figure A below for further clarification:
The symbol is a woman’s haircut, a “bob” if you will. It’s clear Fubu theory (For Us By Us, brand speculatively supposed to be only for black people), and all who oppose it are clear posers. This stuff’s for girls fellas, get over it.
*****
The funniest commerical bit on TV right now, is the following threat by the brain to the eyeball that he will have to wear “The Onion Sombrero” all day if he can’t get along with the tongue.
The sheer visual imagery of an eyeball, sitting on its own, in the corner wearing an onion sombrero is comical/torture genius. I mean, who’s manufacturing onion sombreros? What’s the demographic there? It just can’t be a thriving business. It must just be like a gimmick product that a regular sombrero shop makes from time to time, to garner interest in the store. Luckily for the brain, he happened to be guiding his human, via the eyeball mind you, past the sombrero store during that time. Obviously they went into the store and purchased one, or else the threat would be useless. The beauty of it is that the eye would’ve seen it first, and then was forced to send the visual reception signal and information to the brain, whom then would, in turn, eventually use it as a threat of consequence for unruly behavior. The brain probably forced the eyelids open as he sensed them trying to close the eyes. That brain is a wily one, methinks.
“Aces and Asses,” Volume 2. The Stupendous and the Stupid.
Welcome to the second edition of the column that takes a closer examination of the stupendous and the just plain stupid that I’ve seen, heard of, or witnessed lately.
Let’s get right to the Asses category. Whilst slowly driving home from work through rush hour today, in the far right lane of a three lane highway, I noticed an East-Indian woman walking on the sidewalk. She wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary, just walking on her way. As we crept up to the traffic light around 20 km/h or less, we overtook a late 80’s, primer gray Dodge pickup. The ass-ish part is this: the Caucasian jackass riding shotgun in his buddy’s work truck decided it would be hilarious to imitate an East-Indian accent, and mockingly speak to this lady, who had done absolutely nothing to provoke such a racially slurred exhibition. You can use your imagination as to what it was said, but it was somewhere in the ballpark of a crude Apu from the Kwik-E-Mart impression. With any luck, the lady may have been out of earshot. She, at least, did not qualify the volley. It’s really hard to believe that as far as we have come as a society in terms of racial sensitivity, there are still people who just don’t get that things like this aren’t acceptable anymore (not that is was actually ever acceptable per se, more just common practice, albeit ignorant and still racist) and/or just refuse to make any changes in their thought process in lieu of just entertaining themselves with disrespectful, vulgar remarks.
*****
Coming in as this instalment’s Ace, is “Insane” Usain “Lightning” Bolt (can a person have two nicknames like this?). With newly acquired world records of 9.58 seconds in the 100 m sprint and 19.19 seconds for the 200 m sprint, this guy is the fastest man on the planet. He’s also destroying all conventional schools of thought that say a person of his size should be running like an elephant. In response, he seemingly effortlessly gallops like a gazelle, and obliterates world records. And he does it with a smile on his face. And he’s entertaining to watch, and he makes people actually want to look in their TV guide to see when track meets are on. AND he’s (currently) drug free. What track star has been able to make all of these claims at the same time in the last 10 years? Ben Johnson didn’t exactly leave a positive impression on the running world, Donovan Bailey was cool (especially when embarrassed Michael Johnson at a 1997 150 m “World’s Fastest Man” showdown in Toronto), but he didn’t have staying power, and there have been a few American runners who set records in the last few years, but frankly no one cared about. Bolt’s got all the makings an athlete that should be a star for a long time. As long as he keeps not failing doping tests, he’s an Ace In my book.
Scooters, Televised Radio, and The Senior Ski Pole Scam.
If there’s one ongoing bother I have, it’s gotta be people walking around the streets with ski poles, trying to get in shape. I mean, ski poles? Is this all we could come up with as the next phase in physical fitness? Aren’t these devices generally reserved for precision steering and turning in DOWNHILL skiing? Did walking a straight line and semi-incline really get that tough all of a sudden? What gets me is that someone is making a truckload off people’s stupidity that has led them to buy into the theory that these sticks are gonna help them reach their fitness goals, and that that truckload is in no way affiliated with me. Also, the largest consumer demographic for this product seems to be old people, and by this phase in their lives, they should be able to spot a scam when they see one. But that’s just my opinion.
In other news, who is it that thinks renting scooters is so cool? Why in the world would i want to get out of my car that has at least 100 hp, to pay $50 to ride on a vehicle that can only travel the dollar amount i’ve paid km/h? They’re slow, you look just ridiculous on the road; overall, i don’t know why people are doing this to themselves for an afternoon. I mean fine, if you’ve chosen to scoot as a economic and environmental choice, ok. You’ve obviously come to terms with what society is thinking of you as you putter on by. But especially the ones who i see on the road all the time by themselves not with anyone, I mean, lets be honest, you’re not impressing anyone and you’re embarassing yourself. Hey, dems da breaks.
***
Let me tell you about televised talk radio. It’s on sportsnet from time to time, and believe me, that’s more than enough. Why in the world would anyone want to watch radio? If I wanted to listen to their radio show, i would listen ON the RADIO. At least then I could pretend that these people look better than they actually do; I don’t know if you’ve noticed but the perceived view I always have of a radio show host from their voice always disappoints me greatly when I see what they look like in real life. And this becomes ever so more apparent when I see these slobs on TV. This one guy, seriously looks like he just got up and didn’t even bother to dress himself properly for the show; like he’s used to not having the world see what a slug he is. This guy, i’m telling you…hair’s everywhere, didn’t bother to comb it, dark glasses so no one can see his hangover eye-bags, grubby old, baggy coffee stained zip up sweater, and I can’t confirm he was even wearing pants. I mean come on, is this actually entertaining to anyone to the point that they would sit down and watch this blockhead talk about his ludacrous sports opinions? I used to work at a job where I drove a delivery truck which only had A.M. radio, and the most interesting show on the RAD-I-O was the very same syndicated Fan Radio Sports talk show. It’s much better heard in its intended format.
***
I also got beef with people who want you to do something, but just tell you to do it, “if you want.” This bothers me. If you would like me to do something, why don’t you just ask? In truth, I probably don’t “want” to do it at all, as i’ve obviously not done it on my own initiative so far. What in the world has brought you to the conclusion that i would suddenly “want” to do it at the hint of your suggestion?
***
I have a feeling that the same way that my parents grew up on Led Zepplin and were chastized by their parents at the time for listening to “terrible” music, is the same way how my parents ridiculed me for listening to rap in the house, and i’ll probably be 40 or 50 years old pumpin’ Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg when no one’s looking. Funny how things like rock and roll and rap were once persecuted by society one day, and eventually accepted and enveloped into culture the next. I really really hope that emo isn’t next.
Divide and Double: The Maximization of Oreo Deliciousness.
While there are many great cookies out there, the Oreo remains the standard in biscuit greatness. Not only is it a great cookie on its own, but it’s extremely versatile. It’s sort of like the iPhone of cookies, considering how many apps you can add to improve an already superior confectionary item. Consider the following upgrades to the standard 2 chocolate biscuit, one filling layer Oreo:
1) The Double Stuff. Twice the amount of the best part of the cookie. The people at Nabisco heard the voice of the people, recognized what was working, and then multiplied it. There are no wrong turns here.
2) Neon Oreos. Generally introduced into the wild around Halloween (though my research tells me there are also Holiday Christmas time colors), these blindingly bright variations go 80’s on you, and throwback fluorescent orange and green. Kids can’t get enough.
3) Vanilla Oreos. For those who aren’t as keen on chocolate, dial these in. Vastly underrated.
Check out the Wikipedia article for all former and current Oreo formations. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oreo
Now, sure, you could just stuff these delectable’s in your mouth and call it a day. No one would fault you for that. But there’s just so much farther you can go with them, and you really owe it to yourself to investigate. Delving into technique, most Oreo consumers support a shell separation (pulling the chocolate pieces apart). I support this, and I run a little farther with it. Some people would simply lick, stick, maybe milk dunk, and end there. My Oreo eating technique unfolds as follows:
1) Separate cookie. A clean break is key; ideally you will have all filling on one side, and the other side empty. I employ a counter-clockwise twist to get the job done. It may take a few sacrifices to get what you’re looking for.
2) Separate another cookie, following instructions laid out in step 1.
3) Fielder’s choice with the now empty chocolate cookie sides. I subscribe to “dinner before dessert” theory, so I eat these first. You may choose to discard them altogether.
4) Take your filling filled halves, lick both sides for adhesive purposes, and combine them to create a makeshift double stuff Oreo.
5) Dunk newly formed Oreo in milk. A shorter glass is best, as to avoid the drop and sink. If an Oreo falls into a tall glass, you risk having to chug the entire glass to rescue the cookie from sogginess. You will also waste your milk for following munchings. The best dunk technique I’ve adopted is the pointer finger and thumb pinch on the outside and inside of one of the cookie shells, and lowering the cookie into the milk and securing an entire dousing, while minimizing dipping your own fingers in the milk. You want your Oreo to have just enough milk absorbed so that it’s no longer crunchy, but also not soggy. Finding the happy medium will take practice.
The only greater Oreo than one that has followed the preceding instructions, is the double-stuff Oreo that has followed the preceding instructions. For those of you who successfully got through grade 1 Math, one double stuff (2) plus another double stuff (2), equals a Quadruple-Stuff Oreo. That’s right, four layers of awesomeness in one cookie.
As far as I’m concerned, these are the best ways to maximize your Oreo consummation pleasure. Enjoy!