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Just the other night, Fusilli and I were watching Lost (or as you might know it, The Best Drama on TV) and a commercial comes on. Very strange commercial, lots of oranges and blues, no dialogue. Well eventually, they say that the product is the Gillette Fusion and it's coming 2/5/06. Needless to say, I've never seen a preview for a razor, nor has my boo.

Fast forward to last night. After helping the pretty move in to her suitably gorgeous house, I return home to a package on my counter. What is in this package you ask? Thats right. The Gillette Fusion. Now I don't understand why I would receive a promotional razor in the mail, but this isn't the first time. Back when I was 16ish I got a Mach 3 in the mail. When that happened I figured it was because I was starting to be a man, and some evidence supporting that theory has been reinforced with this latest mailing. For instance, not only had I recently seen, and been confused by, the Fusion commercial; I had already planned on shaving last night. Coincidence? I think not. Furthermore, I started my first full-time (not some-time) job this week. This is surely a sign of manliness, and obviously supports my theory that Gillette will mail you a free razor when they sense that you are becoming more manly. I expect to receive their newest model whenever I buy a house and things of that sort.

But back to the razor. The only way that I can describe it is by referencing an old Saturday Night Live skit that was on when the Mach 3 was first released. In this skit, the old SNLers are poking fun at the proliferation of blades that are appearing on razors. "HAHAHA look! 4 and/or 5 blades!" Pretty funny at the time, but I got news for you Jack -- the Fusion has 5 blades. On the front. And another on the back for trimming. Now I can't see why a face would need 5 blades, but here is my guess:

• Blade 1 - the Point Man. First on the scene. Gets rid of the majority of the foliage on your face.
• Blade 2 - the Clean-Up Man. Gets all the hairs that Blade 1 missed and leaves you smooth.
• Blade 3 - the Icing on the Cake. Cleans up after the last two. And just makes sure everything is perfect.
• Blade 4 - That Guy. "Hey. You guys shaving hairs off faces? I'll shave hairs off faces."
• Blade 5 - the Mystery Friend. Not really sure how they got there, but there they are. Kind of just along for the ride.

Sure I was using personification1 above, but you get the idea. It seems that a face would be able to make due with 2 blades, or even just one if its done by a barber with that knifety thing. 3 seems just about ideal, and anything past that is just superfluous. Not to mention the little fellow on the back who just straightens you up and helps produces fine, well-manicured facial hair lines, a formerly surefire indicator of homo/metrosexuality. But now that perfectly coifed facial hair is as easy as a turn of the razor, you'll be seeing guys with perfect lines everywhere. Not too manly. Needless to say, I will be shunning this blade virtually always.

So that's the Gillette Fusion in a nutshell. I don't know why it's advertised. I don't know why I got a free one in the mail. I don't know why there are 3 "extra" blades. But it left my face pretty smooth so I can't complain.

Almost forgot. It has a terrible name. But thanks Gillette!

1. A powerful literary device.
   

New Favorite Song

If you think Tom Cruise is creepy (and honestly, how could you not), then you will enjoy this link that I stole from Stereogum.

"Having My Alien Baby"

It's silly. Enjoy. And this will hopefully be the last post that is only a link. I'm busy.

April Can't Come Soon Enough

The week of April 2nd is shaping up to be pretty much the bomb awesome. First, on the 3rd (Monday) I will be seeing Clap Your Hands Say Yeah with my boo. I'll be buying those tickets in 2 hours and 44 minutes. And then on the 7th (Friday), the Strokes come to town. So basically, by the end of the week I will not be able to hear a thing and be very happy about that fact.

Bad Tattoos

This website compiles a ton of pictures of people with absolutely horrid tattoos. It's hilarious, so click on it and enjoy.

Links Fest

Here is a list:

1. "Ize of the World" is my favorite song off of First Impressions of Earth. Lyrically, it is the most philosophical thing that Casablancas has written, which is certainly a departure. And musically it is the best signifier of where the Strokes are at right now. There are experimental bits (the noise freak-outs at beginning and end), Strokesy parts (the verses and Casablancas screaming), a guitar solo that includes that synth-like effect, and more complex song structures. It's a microcosm of what they tried to accomplish with First Impressions of Earth, a blending of experimentalism and traditionalism.
2. I think that my pinky fingers are set low. When I put my hands in to gloves, all my fingers reach the tips of the gloves except for my pinkies. They seem to be about a 1/4th of an inch shorter than I would assume they would be.
3. Killing Bono, by Neil McCormick is a surprisingly good book. It's the author's true story of trying to make it in the music business after having gone to school with Bono and the rest of U2. The writing is like that of a less talented Klosterman and succeeds in humanizing Bono, which I thought was impossible since he seems to be a world saving, AIDS curing, nuclear bomb dismantling robotron.
4. The Blowtorch is the #1 Google search result for "you know how i know youre gay you listen to coldplay." And I couldn't be happier.
5. Da Bears play their first playoff game today. They're going to win. Just like the Denver Broncos.
6. Their is a lot of good music coming to the area in the near future. Arctic Monkeys, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, and Ladytron just to name a few.
7. I won't be going to the Yeah Yeah Yeah's show because it is on my mom's birthday, which is more important.
8. I got a digital camera for Christmas, and after I enjoyed it for all of one day I left it at my Grandma's. I haven't seen it for three weeks. I am an "idiot."
9. If you aren't already reading Questionable Content, you should be. It should also be noted that they sell t-shirts that rocker chicks tend to like.
10. Speaking of selling t-shirts, head on over to Threadless. Lots of cool stuff, and if you use that link I get the hook up.
11. This list is a blatant rip-off of the Soulseeking feature over at Stylus Magazine.
12. I just got my goblin feet on the original Arcade Fire demos. They're quite different from Funeral. There is more of a Neil Young influence to the music, not just in Win's voice. You can also sense a bit of Radiohead in some of the songs (like the superb "My Mind is a Freeway"). These were made before Regine joined the band, so the orchestral instrumentation isn't there, and 2 of the songs have a different singer who is no longer in the band. If you see these around on the Internet give them a listen.
13. Here is a short list of blogs that have influenced (read: been ripped off by) me and the postings on the Blowtorch:

• Stereogum - indie music, entertainment, mp3 hosting
• Goldenfiddle - entertainment, general silliness
• Ultragrrrl - New York hipster/DJ/record label owner/former Spin magazine employee who I interviewed for The Candor
• Blagg Blogg - humor, angst
• My Blog Is Poop - humor, being a man
• The Superficial - celebrities doing stupid things and getting made fun of for it
• Thighs Wide Shut - a hodgepodge of bizarre internet links

More First Impressions

Here is a set of reviews of the 3 Strokes albums, courtesy of Tiny Mix Tapes. I think they're spot on, except that I like "Razorblade" and the reviewer thinks it is filler. Agree to disagree.

Frankenberry, improving racial relations since 1971

In hindsight, this is a very bizarre story. I remembered it on my way to work this morning:

My freshman year of college (2001), I, like many freshman living in the dorms, would often enjoy breakfast at the oft-maligned Krasa Center. While the Kras has quite the array of choices for both lunch and dinner, their breakfast selection is very sparse and always repetitive. With that knowledge I sent my mom on a mission. To improve my breakfasts, I had her get me a box of Frankenberry.

If you're not familiar with Frankenberry, I feel a little bit sorry for you. Essentially, Frankenberry is the strawberry flavored cousin of Count Chocula. Rather than a chocolate flavored morsel, Frankenberry's is pink and stawberry and the marshmallows follow the same design. It is my favorite cereal and can be easily combined with Count Chocula to form a delicious hybrid that I like to call Dr. Chocoberry. But I digress.

After my mother delivered the coveted Frankenberry I soon began singing it's praises. This lead to an all to familiar "Prove It" challenge. Since there was rarely milk in my dorm fridge, my box of Frankenberry would often accompany me to the Kras for breakfast. While this in and of itself may sound strange, the story takes an even more bizarre twist.

One day while enjoying my Frankenberry, an older black student named Levar (or possibly Lamar, my memory fails me here) saw me eating the hard-to-find cereal.

"Is that Frankenberry? I love that stuff! Where do you find that [expletive]? I can't find that [expletive] anywhere!"

I explained to him that for some unbeknownst reason, tiny Plano, Illinois' Super Walmart often stocked Frankenberry, and even occassionally BooBerry. He was immediately jealous and shocked. I had no idea what to expect next.

"I'll give you money to have your mom get me a box."

I didn't know what to say. But after a little coaxing, Levar(Lamar) convinced me that he was good for the money. I also rationalized that even if he never got his Frankenberry, then I would have two boxes which isn't so bad. It was a while before my mom could deliver the goods to me at school, but Levar(Lamar) never forgot about their delivery. Consistent questioning of "When are those Frankenberries coming?" and "You got that Frankenberry yet?" only served as a reminder to me of how bizarre the situation truly was.

Eventually my mom delivered both my box and Levar(Lamar)'s. He couldn't have been happier the day that I handed over that delightful fuschia box and he immediately paid me the money that he had promised. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I would become the Frankenberry supplier to Benedictine University, but it sure did feel good to spread the strawberry cheer.