Girl Scout Cookie Monster

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It’s that time of year to start considering the Girl Scout Cookie operation as a whole. My findings, although subjective and without any basis in concrete research; are highly alarming. For starters, in all the years I have purchased GSC’s, I have yet to be sold by an active member of the Girl Scouts. In fact, it has usually been sold to me by full-grown adults… men in most cases. I know what you’re thinking, those aren’t Girl Scout cookies. I assure you that they are in fact GSC’s and I doubly assure you that the tactics used to complete the transaction are questionable at best.

Consider the following scenario: You’re at work. Someone presents a list of cookies to choose from and leaves you with the task of checking cookie products and filling in the appropriate dollar amount owed (although you have no control over this segment). This is an assumptive close, but an effective one; as you will notice there are already 40 closet fat kids in the office preceding you, who have submitted their cookie requests. As you review the ample list of cookie products, you are surrounded by doe-eyed colleagues that are anxious to view your selection (passing is not a viable option). You select a conservative 2-3 box range and are considered a GSC supporter. Bullet dodged.

A few short weeks later, you are delivered the boxes and asked for payment. You sift through lint-covered coins and dollar bills, because to accept the cookies without cash in hand is the equivalent of an I.O.U. in the collection box at church.

Although the cookies are delicious and the prices are competitive in the marketplace, the question of validity remains. The box touts “Courage Confidence Character.” I think a more apt tagline might be “Deceitful Delicious Delicatessen.” The box goes on to say, “Girl Scouts of the USA is the premier leadership development organization for girls where young women discover their potential, connect with others and take action in their communities and the world.” Yes, and the Keebler Elves are busy in their treetop kitchenettes improving the recipe to the next E.L. Fudge. Deceitful.

You rifle through sleeves of Thin Mints and Tagalongs as quickly as you delete emails in your spam folder. Delicious.

Without uncovering the larger conspiracy that is the “Girl Scouts of the USA,” the cookies are still worth the milk milked to drown them.

Delicious Deceitful Delicatessen.

Rented Movie Review

If you’ve ever rented from the movie vending machine RedBox, you can relate to the circumstance. You’ve secured your unnecessary groceries on an empty stomach and now you’ll top off your night with a new release. You swipe your credit card and the cinematic toast pops out hot and ready to go. The RedBox movie you thought you were going to watch that night is sidelined for the evening, because you turned the tv on and “Independence Day” was on TNT again.

You immediately get sucked into the hypnotic Hollywood lines and the flawless performance of Randy Quaid. You fall asleep before Mr. Jada Pinkett Smith and Sir Goldblum save the world from imminent alien doom. Your rent-o-box movie is safely nestled next to double stuffed Oreos and rosemary and olive-flavored Triscuits. The RedBox case slowly migrates to the top of your stacked DVD collection, and remains there for about 4 days. You finally notice it and will yourself to watch it on a Sunday afternoon, then forceably return it right after viewing. You are bitter, becuase your 1 dollar movie multiplied financially, and sucked, and forced you off the couch.

You cannot take solace in the fact that “in demand” movies On Demand in standard definition cost $4.99 and; since you have the capability, you would be a fool to pass on watching “Drive” in HD for one measly additional dollar. It doesn’t help your cause that if you decide to buy a movie from the likes of Target it will cost you anywhere from $9.99 (“End of Days” in blu-ray) to $29.99 (“Mr. Popper’s Penguins”). If you decide to venture off the couch and actually watch a movie in a butter crusted seat shared by thousands, it will cost you somewhere in between the “End of Days” blu-ray and “Mr. Popper’s Penguins.” At the end of the day, if you can live with the tried and true selections of TNT theater; you’re living high on the hog and celebrating your independence.

Gym

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For the past few months, I have been nursing an ankle injury. It’s a stress fracture, so no amputation scheduled; but enough of a nuisance to warrant some x-rays, an MRI and a rotation of crutches and air boots. In my head, I was a total gym rat prior to the injury. Operative phrase? In my head. Without seeing the walls of the gym since October, I have a few nagging concerns…

Do people still wear the ergonomic toe sock-shoes? The ones that look like they belong to the Mario frogger suit.
Do old men still hang in the locker room for extended periods of time to blow-dry all their moving parts?
Have any of the stair masters passed the torch onto their stair apprentices?
Are grunts still prevalent?
White Avias. Short shorts. Belly shirt. Headband. Socks optional. Not a question, just awesome attire.
Dude to dude head nod… Continued form of recognition?
Does that guy with the dinner plate nipples still refuse to wear anything but a white tee? Yes, there’s one at every gym. I think he hoses ’em down prior to his workout sesh.
Communal sweat rags still stainy?
Not sweaty enough for a shower but gross enough to feel bad about not showering…. Again?
Treadmill speed directly proportional to attractiveness of treadmill neighbor?
Vanity mirrors stay true to their name?

If anyone with full health and a gym membership can get back to me on these important issues, please respond to this post.

30 Something or something

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Last night, I was at the grocery store and came across the Welcome to 30 sign. If you’re in your 10’s or 20’s this is probably countertop camoflauge to you. The sign says “Under 30? We check ID’s.” I’ve seen this a million times, but last night it hit me: Counter top ad execs sat in a room and asked the following: “What is the age that even a 16-year-old miscreant at a counter can determine someone’s absence of youth?” The unifying answer was “30.”

Don’t get me wrong. I hope to see two more 30’s in my lifetime, but it’s definitely strange to recognize milestones like societal age verification at the checkout counter. To remind yourself that you have not crossed the thresh-hold into old-dom, you start to test your steel physically:

  1. I can drink that
  2. I can run that fast
  3. I can pull that haircut off

30 is also an age in which you’re old enough to recongize:

  1. I shouldn’t drink that
  2. I can’t run that fast
  3. I’m not in a band 

30 is an odd age. You’re too old to wear snap-backs, but not old enough to wear fedoras. This is not a complaint, merely an observation as there are still many other hats 30-year-olds can wear.

30 gets mixed reviews, but there are a lot of good things about 30. Good 30 somethings:

  • ESPN 30 for 30
  • 30 Rock
  • 30 love: awesome tennis score
  • Cakes
  • At Age 30, Jesus was baptized (according to Wikipedia)

For every good 30 something, there is a bad 30 something…

  • 30 Seconds to Mars
  • XBOX 30
  • 30 episodes of “The Bachelor”
  • Lack of pizza delivery establishments currently honoring the “30 Minutes or Less” rule
  • 30 minute meals by Rachel Ray (only because the time frame is a lie)

In the tradition of Morgan Spurlock, the guy from “Super Size Me,” 30 is what you make of it. In his case, it was 30 days of McDonald’s. For me, hopefully less McDonald’s and more self-discovery.

Soundtracks

Soundtracks can make or break a movie. Prime example? The Bodyguard. Any chance that movie would have been remotely as successful if Whitney Houston had belted out Dolly Parton’s “9 to 5” during the trailer? Granted, I can picture Kevin Costner slow-mowing to just about anything and finding the entertainment value, but the song selection made a difference.

Soundtracks provide a feel for an entire movie. Here are some movies with some awesome soundtracks:

  • Purple Rain
  • Good Fellas
  • Karate Kid
  • Garden State (just kidding. Indie music is awesome but 10 minutes after the movie came out, a million songs just like these were created… mostly by the Shins)
  • Rushmore
  • Singles
  • Slumdog Millionaire
  • Encino Man (look it up)

The main reason some movie soundtracks stand out is because they do such an effective job of putting you in the moment. In the same tradition, I am going to attempt to list the best songs associated with everday activities:

  • Gym card doesn’t work at front desk: “Club Can’t Handle Me”- Flo Rida
  • Waking up in the middle of the night and trying to delay the inevitable pee break: “In a Little While”- U2
  • Pre-k teacher asks you to finish your PBJ- “99 Problems”- Jay Z
  • Can’t Find a parking space close to destination: “Walk”- Foo Fighters
  • You see someone saunter like a rooster: “Moves like Jagger”- Maroon 5
  • Disgruntled McDonald’s drive-through employee handling your order: “I Can’t Make You Love Me”- Adele
  • Farting on an elevator: “Apologize” -Timbaland featuring OneRepublic 

I would love to score movies. Let me know how I would do based on the above selections.

My soundtrack for the weekend consists of the following on repeat:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dm7jEA3frY4

C Word

Commitment. It’s hard for me to even type that word. Not limited to relationships, commitment is a tough obstacle for me in general. I purchase travel-size toothpaste, because I cannot commit to one brand or even one type… Advanced whitening, white baking soda, peroxide whitening with tartar control, enamel protection, paste, gel, whole care, pro-care, fresh, brisk mint, etc. As soon as the ADA-approved variety pack comes out, I am sold. The majority of my purchasing habits are the same. I cannot order movie tickets through Fandango, because that would mean I am committing to an exact viewing time, and that would be horrific. What if I miss the previews? What if I decide to go against all odds and watch “Joyful Noise” at the last minute? These are things that keep me up at night.

It is an incapacitating issue that effects me in all aspects of my life.

As in all things, there are exceptions to my commitment phobia:

I have had a life-long allegiance to the Washington Redskins.

I have comitted to wearing jeans (in good times and in bad).

I purchased a house a year ago.

I have already penned a hand-written apology letter to the poor sap who needs to hold my hand through the car-buying process. I am going to ask a million questions before I’m convinced the Nissan Cube is the right car. Then I will say, “Seriously? The Cube? Let’s start over, Reggie.” Yes, the salesman’s name is Reggie.

When people say, “if your house was going down in a fire, what is the one thing you would save?” I am torn in a million directions of what item I would rescue: My dvd collection (or are you only allowed to grab one DVD? Or is it one box? If that’s the case, I’d grab a trilogy or season of something. That is a loaded hypothetical and occupies a lot of parentheses real estate). That’s only one option. The list gets more complicated with each item of consideration. I won’t run through the entire list, but I think the one item I would end up grabbing amidst the flames would be my jeans. Not because they make my butt look good (although they do), but because I am lazy and I hate taking my shoes on and off a million times to find a pair that fit. I will wear jeans until they have holes and look like the ones younger kids buy brand-new at places like American Eagle. That’s a separate post.

The point of it all is that once you have your firehouse selection, football team, or even your toothpaste stick with it and remember why. I’m struggling to remember why I’m still a Skins fan, but like any commitment there are good times and bad. My parents recently found themselves in a marriage of 45 years, and that doesn’t happen by accident. Choose wisely, my friends. Commitment freaks me out, but it’s a good kind of freaky… And yes, Pops is a Skins fan too.

Techno(logy) Beats… Everything

The Kindle Fire is a terrible iPad cover. Technology is the Worst!

Apps have replaced underwear. Music lives in clouds. And screens that don’t move at your fingertips’ command, have been rendered obsolete. I miss crappy technology that you had to blow on to get to work properly. The delays in usability forced you to consider the Japanese production behind the technology you were engaged in. Ok. It just made you angry that Street Fighter II wasn’t working, but the question remains: Are we spoiled with the wealth of sophisticated machinery available today? I think so.

#2 pencils have become all but extinct paving the way for stylus domination and prolonging the inevitable demise of millions of useless trees. We can safely assume classroom blackboards are a thing of the past too. Chalk dust inhalation used to be a mandatory part of a lesson. Nowadays, chalk is just something NBA players throw before tweeting.

People know Dr. Dre by his headphones, not his West Coast love of surfing. And that’s a real shame. Not to sound like a pre-mature curmudgeon, but kids these days have no respect for things that have been replaced by cooler things. And that makes me bitter. Mostly, because stuff continues to get better and these spoiled younger dudes take it for granted. In a parking lot recently, I overheard a teenage youth exclaim, “Sorry, I’m late. The GPS sucks in my mom’s car.” I’m sorry your mom lets you live with her. You suck.

I still remember when satellite radio came out a decade ago and the way we listen to music changed forever. Shortly thereafter, the iPod was introduced. We all know the story from there. Satellite radio took off and Apple products have struggled to gain relevance. Not Sirius. LXMFAO.

People playing video games (for lack of a better nerd title, we’ll call them “gamers”)  can actually schedule playdates to challenge other gamers. Is there anyone monitoring these so-called “gamers?” I put these people on red alert. Full grown men scheduling playdates that don’t involve their children? More like “lamers,” right guys? I just realized that this blog post harkens to some Louis C.K. stand-up. I apologize if I have influenced his success in any way.

-Blog post created using an old-fashioned PC.

2012 is the new 2011

2012 is only week under way and already I can tell it is going to be a good year. For starters, this is the year of the dragon. The dragon is the only creature of myth in the Chinese calendar, so it’s very likely 2012 is going to be legendary. If the zodiac doesn’t curb your reservations that this is going to be a good year, here’s a host of other reasons I am testing positive for 2012:

    • Irresponsible baby-naming is safe thanks to Jay-Z and Beyonce.
    • 2012 wtf  = “what terrific fun”
    • The Expendables 2 hits theaters in August. Stallone returns to comedy in this much-anticipated action spoof. 
    • It’s another exciting election year. Get ready for lots of Jon Stewart jokes I won’t get.
    • Justin Bieber turns 18, which means he can finally get a decent haircut from the United States Military.
    • Summer Olympics in London Town providing us all with the excuse to use British vulgarity when watching US Soccer.
    • Madonna provides entertainment at the Super Bowl Halftime Show. She is also going to sing.
    • Finally, The Firm comes to television. Now if they would only come out with a decent fart-scented cologne, all woulod be right in the world.

Aside from the aforementioned things to get excited about, a new year means a new start. A new list of promises to break. I am looking forward to lots of new mistakes in 2012. Mayans be damned. Your calendar might as well be a mattress tag, because we will ignore it. This year is going to be the dog’s bollocks UNDER PENALTY OF LAW.