For those of you concerned about my armpits, bad news. Old Spice has seemingly discontinued its long-running "Pacific Surge" deodorant line, which is only the scent I've been using for years and years.
This is unfortunate for due to my long-standing affinity for the west coast. Seattle and San Francisco are arguably my two favourite American cities, and the hour I spent waiting for a connecting flight in the Vancouver airport was quite pleasant indeed. "Portlandia" is hilarious. It is a dream of mine to attend San Diego Comic-Con*. I once won a game of Monopoly due to multiple opponents landing on my Pacific Avenue hotel. Pearl Jam is from Seattle. Needless to say, I have nothing but love for the west coast, and the love stretched all the way to my preferred scent.
* = possibly in a fully-functional Rocketeer outfit, but that's another story.
Frankly, I shouldn't be surprised by Old Spice's move. Look at the name --- 'surge' implies only a temporary event. It was Old Spice's hint that this beloved deodorant wouldn't last forever. That said, I wish I had seen it coming so I could've pulled an Elaine Benes and driven around town collecting boxes of the stuff. Then, every time I went out in public and was doing my ablutions, I would've had to consider if what I was doing that day was truly surge-worthy.
So now my next move is to try out a new Old Spice product since what the hell, I might as well stick with brand loyalty and their commercials are delightfully batshit crazy. My new scent? ARCTIC FORCE. I felt the capital letters were necessary since it sounds less like the name of a deodorant than it does the title of a cartoon about, I dunno, a team of highly-trained polar bears and moose that protect the Northwest Territories. Plus, buying an arctic-related product feels a bit more patriotic, right? This is why I sing the national anthem every time my armpits reek, which might also be construed as a comment on Stephen Harper.
This is unfortunate for due to my long-standing affinity for the west coast. Seattle and San Francisco are arguably my two favourite American cities, and the hour I spent waiting for a connecting flight in the Vancouver airport was quite pleasant indeed. "Portlandia" is hilarious. It is a dream of mine to attend San Diego Comic-Con*. I once won a game of Monopoly due to multiple opponents landing on my Pacific Avenue hotel. Pearl Jam is from Seattle. Needless to say, I have nothing but love for the west coast, and the love stretched all the way to my preferred scent.
* = possibly in a fully-functional Rocketeer outfit, but that's another story.
Frankly, I shouldn't be surprised by Old Spice's move. Look at the name --- 'surge' implies only a temporary event. It was Old Spice's hint that this beloved deodorant wouldn't last forever. That said, I wish I had seen it coming so I could've pulled an Elaine Benes and driven around town collecting boxes of the stuff. Then, every time I went out in public and was doing my ablutions, I would've had to consider if what I was doing that day was truly surge-worthy.
So now my next move is to try out a new Old Spice product since what the hell, I might as well stick with brand loyalty and their commercials are delightfully batshit crazy. My new scent? ARCTIC FORCE. I felt the capital letters were necessary since it sounds less like the name of a deodorant than it does the title of a cartoon about, I dunno, a team of highly-trained polar bears and moose that protect the Northwest Territories. Plus, buying an arctic-related product feels a bit more patriotic, right? This is why I sing the national anthem every time my armpits reek, which might also be construed as a comment on Stephen Harper.
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