The Bar Life

(30 Day Without Body Wash)

About a month ago I went on my weekly visit to the grocery store. I had checked the fridge and cupboards before leaving home, and had a full list of my needs filled out. I loaded my basket, helped bag my own goods, and even used a coupon to save a dollar. Quite a success. Or so I thought.

The next morning I had my granola-pineapple-yogurt breakfast, fresh milk and coffee, and even a new carton of coconut water for after my run. The real surprise hit me when I stepped into the shower. My bottle of body wash was on its last leg. I forgot just a day ago, I had inverted it thinking, “Good thing I’m going to the store. This thing has one, maybe two days left at best.” My destiny was set, another trip to the supermarket, for the dreaded one forgotten item.

After exhausting the last of my body wash and drying off, I began to weigh my options. I could try to squeeze in an early visit before work, but that would most certainly make me late. I could swing by during lunch, but I had just purchased the makings of an epic salad that I didn’t want to miss. The only possibility was another post-work shopping trip, with packed parking lots and long lines. Then it hit me. Maybe I didn’t have to go at all. Maybe I could make do with the bar soap I still had under the sink.

Now it wasn’t about avoiding the store, now it was a challenge. Could I make it, not just a week, but an entire month on bar soap alone? The following is a chronicle of my 30 day journey I like to call, The Bar Life.
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This weekend I decided to go through my phone and make a hard copy of all my passwords.  As I’ve said before, I’m a big fan of LockBox, but I have heard horror stories of data loss, so better safe then sorry.

After a few hours, I had several pages with more then 75 passwords.  That’s not the number of accounts, it’s just passwords.  Some places like gmail, blogger, & youtube, or yahoo, flickr, & geocities use the same log in for multiple accounts.

How did this get so out of control.  Anyone I work with could probably tell you.  At least once a week I’ll come in all excited about a new discovery.  “Wait ‘till you hear what I found!” followed by, “Your definitely gonna wanna sign up for this.”  Then my peers check it out, listen to my fifteen minute rant, nod their head and say, “Hmm, that does look cool.”  They never sign up, but they do wait for me to leave the room before calling me a crack-pot, and that’s nice.

So I just though I would share a few of these with you.  You’re already online and obviously have some time to burn.  But remember, I if you commit with “What a crack-pot,” while I may be “out of the room,” I will return later and see it.  What a lead in… Continue reading “Discoveries”


Hey, I’m an asshole with a blog. Maybe it’s time for me to chime in on the big issues of the day. Seems like that’s the thing to do. Get a blog, form an opinion, and tell the world. So here goes.

Economic bail out.
Does it suck: Yes
Does something need to be done: Yes
Who wins: Nobody.

Presidential election.
Is McCain running for president: Yes
Is Obama running for president: Yes
Is there a question the American people should be asking: Yes. Why would you want that job now?

Foreign oil.
Do we need so much: Yes
Should we need so much: No
What can I do: Buy me a hybrid, ’cause I can’t afford one. Continue reading “Issues”

Yay I got a blog!

I enjoy several blogs, so I figured it’s time to get one. Some are full of humor, others have great first person news, and some even have useful info for work. This blog, however, promises none of those things. This one falls more into the poetry category. Not that it is full of beautiful language and raw emotion. More like poetry in that more people write it then read it.

So how long does it take a blog to die? This too will get old and join my other web adventures. My GeoCities web pages from the mid 90’s, my resent MySpace project, and YouTube is only hanging on by the power of the Summer Mummers Moviolas. I am the dead beat dad of the internet.

Sure, I’ll update it like crazy at first, then maybe once a week, then a few times a month. Then I skip a few months, before you know it a year goes by and I post, “Things have been really crazy ‘round here. I know it’s been a while but I’ll start updating again real soon, I promise.” And I will break that promise, never to be heard from again.

So let the adventure begin!