Lorenzo Salon (Ritz Crackers Commercial)

I’m a bit torn since I saw this on TV. On one hand I think it’s funny, but on the other, it’s a pretty stereotypical potrayal of a male hairdresser so no doubt going to offend a lot of people. What do you think?

BTW… The actor playing Lorenzo is Chris Wylde.

Note, no where in the commercial is any mention of Lorenzo’s orientation. Here’s the actual dialog.

Lorenzo: Ugh! All work and no food is making Lorenzo very snippy… AAAH! Seriously!

(Client hands packet to Lorenzo)

Narrator: Hunger getting to you?

Lorenzo: Ooh!

Narrator: Grab a Ritz Crackerfuls. Made with with real peanut butter and whole grain.

Lorenzo Mmm! (Chewing)

Narrator: Get hunger before it gets you.


Quitting coffee cold turkey = abject failure

I have a problem.

It’s not something that’s as frowned upon by society as hard drugs or alcohol, but caffeine addiction, as I discovered, isn’t something to laugh at. And the realization that you are in fact “addicted”, I.E. physically dependent on the chemical, is a strange one at that. It’s not the sort of thing that will keep you up at nights… I mean metaphorically speaking, but it will make you consider what would happen if you can’t, for whatever reason, get your fix.

Keep in mind, at this point I can actually still fall asleep after drinking coffee. I can’t stay asleep for very long, but I’ve always chucked that up to insomnia (something I’ve struggled with since the age of 12) and work. These days, It’s pretty normal for me to get around 4-5 hours of sleep every day. And I do mean “day”, not night since my schedule is often reversed. This hasn’t affected my work at all because I won’t let it, but it has affected my life away from it.

I used to drink 9 cups of coffee a day roughly between ages 17 – 27. This, coupled with my crazy schedule, may have contributed to having a heart “episode” a while back at which point, I was forced to severely curtail my intake. It turned out to be not as big a deal at the time, since I could still manage with “a number” of cups far less than 9. For the last few years, I’ve reduced that number to 4 and then 3.

When I say “coffee”, I don’t always mean the black stuff you find at work, but this was a special blend of mine some of the time.

The day schedule

Back when I had the “day” schedule, I would start the morning around 4:30AM with a full two cups of milk (in my favorite Pyrex measuring cup, which broke recently) to which I would add one teaspoon of instant with three sugars. This is the “special blend” after which I have breakfast. Around 5:30AM, I’m on the road and I would have another coffee (that’s the black stuff) as soon as I’m at work before I start at 6:00AM.

At 8:00AM, that would be when the first two doses start to lose effectiveness, it’s time for my third. Then at 11:00AM, I could just squeeze in one more before lunch at 12:00PM. Lunch, of course, means time for another. Around 2:00PM, those will start to fade, and it’s time for one more. At 3:00PM (after that painful meeting) it’s time for yet another.

When I’m finishing up stuff for the afternoon at 4:00PM, it helps to sip a cup with one hand while typing / clicking / writing (and may God help the reader) with the other and I learned to alternate hands because I actually didn’t like putting my cup on my desk. I always used to have a folded paper towel on my desk that kept disappearing (I guess the cleaning people didn’t read “don’t throw this away”) and I didn’t like having a coaster on my desk because it clashed with the way I arranged the Post-It notes and the stapler. Uh, yeah, mild OCD.

5:00PM is time for final Q&A and a cup would be handy about then. Something about having folded arms not good for communication and I appreciate directness when people speak to me. Having something in your hands is good to prevent that from happening even subconsciously, so why not let it be a coffee cup?

Out of work after 6:00PM and on the road again. Around 7:00PM, I’m home and it’s time to have one big measuring cup full of that same “special blend” before dinner.

You may notice I didn’t mention eating much. This was a big problem because, even though I definitely don’t have an eating disorder, I’ve always considered having to eat, drink or go to the bathroom as “getting in the way”. This is not to say I don’t enjoy food and I do eat well when I’m not working, but when I’m not working, I also have more of the “special blend”. It wasn’t unheard of for me to go through a gallon of milk in 3 days or less when I’m at home, just on the “special blend”.

That was before work switched to the night schedule

Mercifully, I’m no longer working at the other place. I don’t always need to go to the city and do sometimes miss the interesting vignettes I come across. That’s not to say that I enjoyed the times I was expected to conform or be treated like rubbish or the times I inadvertently revealed, I’m slightly nuts. I certainly don’t miss the pollution. I can’t even believe most people consider the semi-opaque poison they breath in to be air.

There are more instances that allow me to work from home, which may or may not be a good thing from a health perspective. Working from home also means I don’t have to meet the same standards of appearance (I.E. wearing pants) as long as Skype isn’t involved. TMI?

The times I do have to venture out for work, I find it easier because I do have time to prepare materials and keep offsite backups. But each time I do travel, I switch again to the black stuff and not even my “special blend”. There goes the dosage restriction.

Time to quit bucko!

Uh, yeah. I was getting to that.

Let’s just say that I’m not unaccustomed to headaches. I’ve had to deal with migraines most of my life so a plain ol’ headache is something I’ve managed to give presentations with, go to office parties with and even hide in pleasant conversation. A migraine is a different beast altogether and I have them like clockwork if I don’t have coffee.

Maybe you can imagine the genuine fear I had before setting about at least reducing the caffeine dosage further. That’s not the sort of war wound I was willing to experience, but in the interest of saving what’s left of my health, I decided to do just that. I wasn’t really prepared for the migraine that followed. Then again, you can’t prepare of a migraine. Not really.

For those of you who don’t know what a migraine feels like, go to your kitchen and take the biggest knife available in your hand; hold it there and mull over it a bit. Now imagine that knife is embedded in the middle of your skull. Imagine that knife is being moved back and forth, being twisted and jerked, being generally messed with when you desperately want it to be taken out, but can’t grab a hold of the handle, no matter what, to pull it out.

Imagine someone who loves you dearly comes over and wants to talk to you while the knife is being fiddled with (still in your skull) and offers to make dinner or to take you to the doctor or asks if there’s anything she can do. All the while, the knife is invisible to everyone, except you, but you can’t pull it out, she can’t pull it out, and you can’t find the words to express feeling. In fact, you can’t find the even actions to mime the experience at the time. All you can do is hold your head with both hands and stare ahead with your eyes closed.

Now you kinda-sorta-maybe know what it’s like talking to your mom while having a migraine.

End result : Failure. The above was the exact reaction I had last night after cutting down that 3 cup diet to 1 and possibly zero.

At the time, I thought “right, that’s it, I’m never doing this again”. But I’m not quite sure I want to give up now that the pain is gone and I can see straight.

Tomato update

I started playing hardcore heavy, goth, thrash and death metal music at my tomato plants purely as an experiment three months ago and it’s been going extremely well. I later switched to more intense music and it got even better. Last week, I tasted one of these and it turned out to be a bit sweeter than I expected. That and the size may be due to the variety of tomato rather than the music as Kelley pointed out.

Since the taste test, I actually didn’t have any time to play any music for them at all due to my schedule. I make it a point not to play the music when I’m not home in case the neighbors found it annoying and needed me to stop. But it looks like the harvest is going to continue well after since I found these…

There are three more flowering in the left background.

My windows are 54 inches from the bottom of the sill.

And here’s the full size of the plants.

Note the 12 inch ruler on the bottom right. Yes, it's growing on an easle ;)

I left two of the tomatoes from the first tree still on the tree to see how long they will last. If they fall on their own, I’m going to replant the seeds.

A small cross sample of the music I played :

  • Behemoth
  • Samael
  • Nile
  • Bolt Thrower
  • Sabaton
  • Rammstein
  • Vader (yes, that’s a real band)
  • Deathstars (no, seriously)
  • Meshuggah
  • Accept
  • Dir en Grey
  • Bluetengel
  • Angelspit
  • Terminal Choice (not exactly “hardcore”, but I just like them)
  • Suicide Commando (not “metal” so much, but again I like them)
  • Psyclon Nine
  • Gorgoroth
  • Kataklysm
  • Arsenius
  • Hipocrisy

A note on these bands : I would recommend browsing YouTube for a few of their videos in case you’re curious about the variety. That is unless you’re the religious type or a easily disturbed. ;)

Time for pluckin!

So this is the end result of an experiment I started this February, where I was continuously playing hardcore thrash and death metal to my tomato plants. I should mention, I was expecting them to be slightly bigger and I don’t know if the music stunted their growth or, due to the size of the container, I inadvertantly made a bonsai.

These are slightly shy of an inch

This actually used to be the base of an old bonsai plant... that I killed inadvertantly.

If you’re wondering what that chain in the bottom is, it’s on the first post, that’s part of the easel the plant was growing on.

Guess what I’m having for dinner!


The tomato experiment

Since February of this year, I’ve been running a little experiment blasting hardcore rock, thrash and death metal at my tomato plants. I was slowly increasing the intensity of the music (and I realize for some people “music” isn’t an appropriate descriptor for death metal) and I must say the results have been quite stunning.

This will be after two and half months of solid hardcore music in a week.

Getting ready for plucking soon!

I haven’t been blasting music all day and night, because I’m can’t be home all the time and I don’t want to turn my good neighbors into sworn enemies. Also the volume has been constantly in the medium-low range.

I seemed to have reached a Golidlocks zone with Kataklysm and Samael (couldn’t play Meshuggah without upsetting the neighbors) and other death/hardcore bands didn’t seem to make too much of a difference from these two.

The next season I’m going to try classical to see if it makes a difference.