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This stone, like cockroaches, will survive a nuclear holocaust

Why The Stony Look?

Having read something about how the aluminum in most deodorants could be linked to breast cancer, I found myself at the local hi-health in search of underarm odor ousting alternatives. Lo and behold, I found these crystalline cubes that claimed to quash underarm odor without aluminum. The one I tried is called a “Thai Crystal Deodorant Stone”, and the company that distributes them is Deodorant Stones of America, based out of nearby Scottsdale, Az. It appears that they carry a lot of other products, but this is the only one that was available at my local Hi-Health.

A Crystal Clear Solution?

The stone is made of mineral salts- nothing more, nothing less. The theory is that the stone kills or prevents the growth of the bacteria that make your armpits reek like a homeless man’s gym socks. Just like regular deodorant, you’re supposed to rub it on your armpits. Unlike regular deodorant, this thing is about as hard as a rock- just like the name suggests.

I’ve used the thing on a somewhat regular basis for several months, and it shows little signs of wear. If anything, the edges are a bit more rounded than they were when it was new.

That’s right- I just took a stunning photo of a rock that I spent hours rubbing on my armpits. You know what they say about art: it’s %90 perspiration.

Killing Two Birds With One Stone (As Opposed To Killing Them With My Body Odor)

As it turns out, I can’t really say that this product works all that well… or at all. I’m not sure if I’m noticeably less stinky. Maybe it’s all a hippie hoax.

I probably should have done this more scientifically… say, rubbing one armpit with the stone and not rubbing anything in the other… or possibly finding a smooth quartz stone (if there is such a thing) to rub into my other armpit. I’m sure my wife is happy that I chose not to go this route, besides I really hadn’t anticipated myself wanting to write about the experience.

Fortunately this trial size stone was only two bucks. I guess you could say that this thing was dirt cheap. At the very least,  I definitely got more than two dollars worth of rubbing-my-armpits-with-a-stone action. I guess I’m going to continue this bizarre ritual, even though the government’s cancer website says that no direct link has been found between deodorant and breast cancer.

You Can’t Get Blood Out Of A Stone ( But I Suppose You Could Rub Yourself With It Until Your Armpits Bled If You Really Wanted To )

So my final analysis is that this thing didn’t do the trick for me. Maybe there are some other deodorant stones that do a better job, and I’d be open to trying out other products from this company, but I would have to say that this particular product was not up to the task of keeping my armpits from getting as funky as a James Brown hoedown in Motown. Maybe I didn’t do it often enough because I don’t leave the house every day, or maybe I have unusually funky pits, or this particular product isn’t a good match for my sporadic deodorant needs. Whatever the case may be, this product was unable to  avail me of my armpit odors.

Got a new tune for you. It’s called the night is mine < -- click that to listen , but I guess the post title kinda gave that away. Oh well.. also, this picture isn’t exactly what I had in mind, either… I really wanted a picture that was taken directly behind a convertible, looking up to see palm trees or street lights (maybe both). Sure, I probably could have photoshopped something together, but that didn’t happen, now did it? Enjoy the tune.

I just can’t get over this guy’s accent!

“It’s to haaarrd!”

Man do I love a cup of coffee in the morning. I’m certainly not the biggest caffeine fiend around, but I can’t deny that it’s a habit forming beverage. I’d say that eight mornings out of ten involve me mixing up a cup of joe at the crack of dawn. Or the crack of noon, whatever the case may be.

On days that I don’t down a dollop of drip-brewed delight, I end up caving and crafting up a cup of the ol’ English awesome sauce, that bitchin’ British brew better known as “tea”. Tea is coffee’s calmer cousin- with a bit less than half the caf. Surely a sip should stop the shaking for a second or so.

As much as I say I like coffee, I’ve got nothing on my neighbor. Sure, I have a nice little coffee machine and a bean grinder, but not only does he have an industrial strength coffee crusher and a big, shiny, professional espresso machine, but he roasts his own coffee beans with a roaster that he made from parts of other things. He’s incredibly crafty. I call his coffee crisping contraption Dr. Roastenstein’s Monster. He buys forty pound bags of coffee and I bet that he’d grow the stuff if he could.

Three cheers for Caffeine- America’s favorite government approved drug!

This guy could totally give Jackie Chan a run for his money. He does so many amazing stunts and tricks- I bet he’d be a blast at parties!