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Snap! Water

It’s a rhyming thing, mostly driven by that last post and something I wanted to add. I mention that people have been giving me more and more grief over the years as bottled water became such an important thing to so many people – specifically about the fact that I prefer – or at least, have no problem with tap water. Clearly there is a reason that people are so against tap water. I think it’s pretty clear that the bottled beverage industry is telling us that our tap water is crap water. And that’s just not right.

In fact, about 12 years ago when I was working in advertising, I had a client that is one of the largest manufacturers of toothpaste, mouthwash, and related oral care products in the world. At that time they were sitting on multiple studies that showed tooth decay and oral health issues were on a steep rise in the US after decades of decline. The culprit named by all those studies?

Bottled water.

Yup. Most municipal water systems add, among other things, flouride into the water. Not in bottled water,  my friends. So… make sure you brush. A lot. And visit the dentist. A lot.

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Tap Water

My new exercise watch today was a documentary on the bottled water industry called Tapped. While I have been known to choose bottled water over certain other beverage options, I have frequently been mocked and maligned by friends, acquaintances and strangers for being a tap water drinker first.

Watch this documentary and see who the real imbecile is. I actually have known for many years that nearly half of all bottled water in this country comes from municipal water systems. In other words, Coke and Pepsi run tap water through a glorified Brita filter and call it pure.

They even do it when the surrounding communities are experiencing droughts. Gotta love that. Take a walk through those lovely richmond doors in greater Raleigh or suburban Atlanta and you’ll fall in love with the dusty, scorched earth, while nasty old city folk are sucking down your life giving H20 at their overpriced health clubs.

PURE?!? Purified is not pure. If I bleach my toilet, it may be purified of germs, but I wouldn’t refer to it as a pure source of anything. Then again, I have an excellent well, so it might just be that my toilet water trumps Dasani and Aquafina in the race.

Somehow we’ve taken the most important building block of life and ruined it. We’ve made pure something artificial. It’s purificial.

I should trademark that. It’ll be the brand for my toilet water. I’ll put a mountain on the label. It’ll be so sweet.

Life

New Skateboard Heroes

Get ’em while they’re hot!

(The free comic pages, I mean. That would be… and hot from your own printer if you decide you want hard copy. Unless maybe you have some sort of steampunk-esque tube-driven computer monitor that gets pretty warm. So the onscreen pdf pages would be noticeably hot, as in hot off the press. Even though there’s no press. But we covered that already in this no somewhat unwieldy parenthetical aside. right?)

www.SkateboardHeroes.com

 

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Hero Up

Have you read the newest Skateboard Heroes pages? You had better hurry up because even more new pages will be posted in the next couple days. In the post-Sandy northeast, what’s better than free comics, right?

And who knows what Dr. Inferno will be toting in these upcoming pages. We’ve already seen a crossbox. What could be next? Flamethrower? Machine gun? Feather razors? Butterfly knives? Pizza cutter? You never really know. Dr. Inferno is a total maniac after all.

Can you dig it?

Life

Lyrical Meandering

So I got caught up in my Beyonce hate, and really, I don’t like her at all, but I forgot the important thing about lyric sites… the comments. If you can stomach actually reading something Beyonce has sung, more power to you. I enjoy seeing how they write out all the oooohing and ahhing and dibble-dee-doo and other vocal gymastic nonsense that Billboard just loves to numerically catalogue these days. One man’s jibber jabber is another man’s onomatopoeia.

Seriously, though. Wave your arms to clear the air of the scent of versace perfumes, armagnac, and that “new Adidas smell” and read what the kids have to say about the poetry of Beyonce. I mean, they fight. Not just verbal sparring, but they threaten and attack one another. All it takes is one “Beyonce sucks” post to get the masses in an uproar and start the violence a-flying.

One emo kid on an aging laptop in a Idaho basement can rile thousands of acolytes into a Koresh style act of commenting retribution. The future is here and it is bleak. It is also trite and exceptionally cliche.

And woo woo woo, why can’t you-ooo-oo-oo-oooooo…just understa-haa-hand me-ee-eeya.

 

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Pulse of a Generation

Want a glimpse into contemporary American cultural viability? I invite you to visit any lyrics website on the Web that allows for comments. Search on something juicy like “meaningful Beyonce lyrics.” Now, stop chuckling. Of COURSE Beyonce’s lyrics are meanignful. Deeply spiritual and meaningful. Life changing in fact.

Hah! Didn’t think I could write that with a straight face, did you?

Sure, any semi-intelligent, upright-walking mammal SHOULD be able to sniff out the general thematic leanings of Beyonce’s art. And if you like it you can put scott kay bands all over it. For reals.

If you are attractive and wealthy and willing to expose your lust/affection/erectile dysfunction/Daddy-Daughter issues to me by disposing of a significant portion of your wealth in the service/adoration of me, I will sleep with you as part of a good Christian girl’s courting ritual.

How you know she’s a hypocrite? Look who she married. He may be absurdly wealthy (and who knows about the dysfunction thing – but there are pills for that) but attractive?

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NYCC12 Part Two

It’s New York Comic Con 2012. Going on right now through Sunday at Javits. Ohhhhhhhhh yeah!

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The Search Is On

Some people spend their time on the Interwebs searching for nutritional information or dirty pictures. Me, I spend my time looking up the bibliographies of Comic creators. Can you guess why? Mostly because I want to find out if I have adequate goodies for signing by those very same creators when we meet up in the real world. So your query might be “panty mice” or “low carb tuna casserole” or “accountant raleigh,” but mine is “Howard Chaykin Black Kiss” or “Klaus Janson Inks.”

Excelsior!

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Cosplay

I find cosplay particularly interesting. If you don’t know what that is, I forgive you. While not a new concept in and of itself, the term has really only flowered in the last few years. It’s a sort of butchered compound word – Costume Play. Something like that. And while it may sound a little kinky, that’s not it. At least, kinky is only an aspect. Cosplay is what you call it (nowadays) when people dress up as characters from movies or comics or video games or young adult novels and go to public events like, oh I don’t know… NYCC12. So slap on the ol’ raypak and wig, we got some superhero/Hunger Games/Mario Bros./Walking Dead fun to get on with.