Beat that, Axe

Axe's once irresistibly titillating ads pale in comparison to this gem by Old Spice.

Chuckle chuckle chortle.

When i snap my fingers...

Let it pour

but only if it's CHOCOLATE RAIN:

You don't have to stop to smell the flowers.

I have yet to muster up the courage to dig through the chaotic wreckage that is my parents' storage room to look for my bicycle. It'd take me days, if not weeks, to sort through all my childhood things that my parents deemed 'expendable' when I moved out for college. These may include my baby blanket, sports prizes (hey, participation awards count too), high school diaries, and my prized Sweet Valley High book collection. Although most of the above hold a certain cringe factor, I still would've liked to come back to a room that I could call my own instead of the huge office desk and massage chair that are currently occupying half of my 10x10 room.

Displacement issues aside, I really should go look for my bicycle so I can start biking to and from work. If and when I find it, this is the first modification that will be made:
it kind of reminds me of the flower vases in VW Beetles, but so much better (for obvious eco-friendly reasons).

just because i don't have a car, doesn't mean I can't pimp my ride

I noticed, after my year-long hiatus from vancouver, first that there are a lot more people...and second, that a lot of these people are riding bicycles. Especially Downtown where new bike lanes are popping up faster than the lines at Japa Dog during lunch hour.

I think it'd be a pretty effective way to advertise if we were to stick large-scale spoke cards (don't pretend like you never had these) in the wheels of rental and courier bikes:

An example of a bike ad for Agoo, a no-frills clothing company for active kids. Since Agoo's clothes are stain-resistant, the slogan could say: wash the stains away. The turn and stop action of the wheels would be like watching the spin cycle on a wonky washing machine.

Unleash your inner badass.

Everyone has a dark, little corner burrowed away in the inky recesses of their heads. In this little nook lives a malingering creature who is screeching at you to get a mohawk slash pierce your lip slash wear black lipstick slash wear black flowing clothing with heavy combat boots.

C'mon, don't fight it. Let it come out and play. Even if it's just for a second.

My mom, living life on the edge.