Tide Stain Stick

  • Tide Stain Stick smells 65% more like vomit than it should. 
  • If I’m going to put up with the vomit smell, then the stain should be less apparent than this:
  • 30% of the time I smell or see vomit, I also vomit.
  • .65 * .30 = .195
  • This means that one out of every five times I use Tide Stain Stick, I will vomit.
  • I’ve now used Tide Stain Stick two times.  
  • If I vomit on my shirt, and then use Tide Stain Stick to try and remove the vomit stain, will the two vomit scents cancel each other out?  An equilibrium of vomits? 
  • This is unnecessarily disgusting.  As someone who is repulsed by all things vomit, I know that I would be appalled if I were reading this somewhere else.  Unfortunately, the Tide Stain Stick vomit smell has become so fierce that I have no choice but to acknowledge it.  I can literally see the smell of vomit wafting off my shirt at this point.  Literally.

My top four lifetime vomits:

  1. The Black Point Inn (Maine) – Sat in the sun for 22 hours straight without sun screen while trying to complete my summer reading three days before school started.  In hindsight, I should have read A Separate Peace (204 pages, large font) instead of Black Boy (448 pages, micro font).  Needless to say, after a dinner of one piece of bread, my skin started flaking off and I stumbled back to the room to pass out.  I only made it ten steps out of the front door of the dining area before I unleashed a fire hose stream of liquid vomit across the parking lot of the five star inn.  I went to the room and shivered for hours while some poor soul hosed down the lot. 
  2. Company Bathroom (Boston) – After an hour long meeting with my new management team, it became clear to me that they had preconceived notions of hating me.  For years, I blamed this vomit on drinking too much tea.   In hindsight, it was certainly stress induced vomit.  Unlike the Black Point Inn vomit, this was timid and did not include much substance.  Rather, the only substance that I upchucked in that office bathroom was the hopes and dreams that I had been harboring about a long illustrious career with this company.  In other words, purely a dry heave.
  3. Tide Stain Stick Debacle of 2011 – (Details Pending)
  4. Club La Vela (Panama City Florida) – Spring Break, March 2000.  Discretely vomited into my hand after drinking something that, looking back, was almost certainly warm Tide Stain Stick.  Discovered a goldmine of Big Red gum and cologne in the men’s room.  Remaining details are hazy.

Stream of Consciousness

Sometimes when I have nothing to write, people suggest that I should write a stream of Consciousness post, well that’s what I am doing.  And I will not delete anything I write for the next thirty seconds. I would have deleted that.  I wonder if changing punctuation or going back and editing spelling mistakes counts as changing what I write.  I just determined that it did not while I was writing that last sentence, which means that I went back and changed the spelling when I was typing.  Does that still count as stream of consciousness?  Because technically I thought of other things when I was correcting my mistakes.  For example, I went back and changed steam to stream after I fucked if up the first time.  So while I was changing that I started thinking about whether I was ruining the whole post by typing and editing.  now I just looked at the clock and it’s been way longer than thirty seconds, but I was really locked in.  So locked in that I didn’t even make any spelling errors when I wrote that.

I just hit enter which really took me out of stream of consciousness mode.  I was thinking about criticisms of my tumblr while hitting enter.  Specifically that I write about first world problems.  I think that first world problems is a stupid thing to say.  I live in the first world.  What’s up now, MF’ers?  Exactly.  Whoa – I just thought of something that was really fucked up.  I didn’t write it down because there is a limit to what people who read my blog can know about me.  I am so creeped out right now.  Why did I think that?  I can’t ever do this again. 

Some things that are currently really bothering me about Entourage

  • “You want to ride with?”
  • “Baby Bro”
  • E
  • That Turtle lost 225 lbs and no one mentions it.  In a group of guys where all they do is bust chops 100% of the time, the fat kid becomes the skinny kid and it’s not a source of jokes.  They even made jokes about how he had to wear his clothes from 2005 after the house burned down.  Wouldn’t he at least need to belt that shit?  The kid lost the equivalent of four and a half Es. 
  • Vince
  • That it’s supposed to be a big surprise when we finally find out Mrs. Ari’s name. 
  • That the parts of the show with Billy Walsh are enjoyable.
  • That I still watch it.

An Open Letter to Whole Foods Tribeca

Dear Whole Foods Tribeca (WFT):

I hate your express checkout line system.  Other Whole Foods (non-Tribeca) stores use an amazing system where everyone in the express checkout line waits in one line until a robot directs the person at the front of the line to the appropriate register.  It’s an effective way to quickly move customers through the line in the most efficient way possible.  Even the NY Times loves it.

Unfortunately, WFT has opted for a different model.  At WFT the express checkout has anywhere between 2 and 6 express checkout lines.  The lines are color-coded and correspond to a TV screen with similarly color-coded bands.  As registers open up, the register number scrolls across the screen on one of the color-coded bands.  The person who is waiting in that line goes to the register.  

In theory, it’s a fine system.  But here are all the reasons I hate it:

It causes a ton of anxiety as I approach the line area and have to determine which line is shortest.  Instead of just standing at the end of a long line, I must assess whether the shortish line in the yellow band is made up of couples or single people.  I have to consider whether someone deployed their kid to go stand in another color in case that line moves faster.  I have to judge whether a man and a woman standing next to one another and laughing are married or just flirty.  If all the lines are roughly the same length, I have to figure out which color is next up so I can stand in the line that will get me to the register faster.  

But most of all, the system is at its worst when the store isn’t actually crowded.  If there was one line and I was the only one in it, I would go to the next register.  But because there are five lines and no people, I have no freaking clue where I should stand.  And wouldn’t you know that the second I make a choice (inevitably a wrong one) someone else comes into a different line and hysteria breaks out.  

WFT, I mean, WTF? 

I’m not saying it’s hot, but…

I’m not saying it’s hot, but I lost 41 lbs today and my contact lenses melted to my eyes and I peed salt and blacked out three times while writing this and people are walking around times square basically naked and it’s literally 204 degrees on the subway platform and I put light bulbs up to my face to cool down and Anne thinks we should have stew for dinner.