Rooting For The Underdogs

The unlikely dream the biggest.

Vertical Horizon or Verizon?

I'm in a state of reevaluation. I was dipping some of these flour tortilla chips in this savory taco dip, when we hit a snag. I came up with no dip and only half the chip I started with. So I did what every God fearing man of honor would do. I when in after him. I took a new, young, health, strong chip... I looked it over... it was good... thick... no burn spots... only slightly pliable... so we went in. Try as we might, I was unable to free the other fragment. Now I have two chips that are mauled and no dip. I need a new game plan. Is it possible I may have to use utensils to eat chips and dip. The thought is beyond madness. Time to get creative...

Blog Neglect

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah... so I haven't posted in a while. There has been so much going on, I can never decided what to write about. So out of all the important events happening in my life... I choose this.

I saw a commercial the other day for a razor with four blades on the the front and one the back for shaping your sideburns. I was amazed. Not at the number of blades, or the shear frivolousness of the pain it would inflict if not used with the utmost care... but I had never considered until that moment the shear volume and magnitude of that single invention. There is not just one razor company, there are many. And each razor company employs not just one guy, but a "Development Team" to think this stuff up. In fact, right now there is a team of people that probably get paid a six figure salary to sit in a room and go... "what do we have now? Three razors? Let's make four... and put on the other side too... no... lets make it vibrate!" And this is happening at all the major male grooming companies. Then they send it to the team that actually makes the razor, then people are employed to make that machine that mass produces these four blade face fiestas. We may think it is stupid to keep adding more blades, but if progress stopped millions of americans might be out of a job.

Such fuss for a piece of plastic. Five blades... you might as well shave with a buck knife.

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