Tidbit 1: Just this past week, the gym where Katie and I work parttime started selling bottles of Evian water and cans of Full Throttle energy drink. Typically, this would be viewed as not that big a deal, right? However, it quickly becomes a big deal when you discover that these drinks cost $2 a piece. For the Full Throttle (16 oz bottle), I can understand it. Many energy drinks border on the $2 threshold. Some can be even more expensive than that.
Evian (~17 oz bottle), on the other hand, is soundly regarded as one of the worst bottled waters around. Yes, it has the name and the history since it was one of the earliest bottled waters. However, name and history don't mean jack when Evian is regularly declared the worst of the bunch in blind taste tests. Heck, New York City tap water beat it in a recent taste test. I can taste the difference when I drink Evian, and it's bad. And, to add insult to injury, we have soda machines that sell 20 oz bottles of Dasani water for half the price.
Last night, while working at the gym, I was checking out the can of Full Throttle that we keep out on display to promote our sales "efforts" (read: we really haven't sold much of either). One of our trainers said that Full Throttle actually tastes pretty good. He likened it to Mountain Dew with a kick. I can't imagine Dew having any more kick than it already does, but, sure, why not? So I was reading the nutritional facts label on the can and one of the ingredients was "glycerol ester of wood rosin." What the heck? Am I drinking a baseball bat? Maybe it's good, maybe it's bad, but I don't know if I want to drink a tree to find out. Color me crazy, but...
Tidbit 2: I was given these two links within the last couple of days and had to share them with all (two) of you. If I already sent these to you in an e-mail, then you can obviously disregard these links. If you haven't seen them, have fun.
- Sith Sense: Let Darth Vader read your mind (I've only stumped him one time in six or so tries)
- Episode III On-Set Tensions: Just some funny stuff with Samuel L. Jackson
Tidbit 3: To be filed under "what will they think of next"... On my way back to work after my lunch break, an ad came on the radio for Botox. It was weird enough to hear Botox advertised on the radio, but to hear how it was being plugged just blew my mind. They were advertising it as a cureall for underarm sweating. Yeah, it makes sense that it would work that way, but whatever happened to their bread and butter crowd? The folks who love having their faces temporarily paralyzed in order to eliminate wrinkles? Have they become wise to it so now the company must hype their service to those with overactive sweat glands? I'm just waiting for the Botox Impotency Cure to come out.