Everyday Junglist
Bio
About me. You know how everyone says to be a successful writer you should focus in one or two areas. I continue to prove them correct.
Stories (709)
Filter by community
Gillette Scientists Confirm Six Blades is the Best a Man Can Get
In 2003 Schick had shocked the world by inventing and commercializing the first ever four bladed razor, the Quatro. Analysts credit that invention with igniting the razor blade numbers wars. Only three years later, in 2006 Gillette introduced the Fusion, the world's first five-bladed disposable razor. That same year Korean based DORCO released the first ever six blade razor the PACE6. Gillette followed suit soon after with the Mach 6. Many others would join them, and add even more six blade razor options to the market. Back in those heady days, it felt like the number of blades that could be packed into a men's disposable razor would continue to rise for the foreseeable future. Many analysts predicted eight or even ten-bladed or more razors to be available by 2020. But something unusual happened, the blade wars ended at six. For almost two decades now, not a single razor with more than six blades has been commercialized. A few scientists have voiced concerns over the years suggesting that we had reached "peak razor", but they were in the minority until Wednesday when Gillette scientists presented their latest findings which they say show conclusively that we have indeed reached peak razor blade, and there would never be a men's disposable razor with more than six blades. While the technology may be available, the market will not bear the cost. Moreover, the latest data suggests that after years of continuing to increase in coarseness and thickness, men's facial hair has begun to thin and decline overall. Gillette scientist Dr. Timothy Stephens said the following in a prepared statement. "Only a few short months ago myself and my colleagues celebrated a major breakthrough in our decades long quest to develop Planck's razor, the, until then, only theoretical, razor that would shave beard hair to the shortest possible measurable unit of distance from the face. Right now those celebrations are the furthest things from our minds, and our moods have turned to dismay and sadness. Today, the day we all feared for so many years has finally come. We have reached peak razor. In retrospect we probably should have recognized this ten years ago, but our optimistic hearts and minds and love of all things men's shaving related clouded our thinking. It has been almost twenty years since we gave the men of the world the Mach 6, and that will be our last gift to them. Analysis of our latest data on men's facial hair globally has confirmed what we had suspected for some time. The average thickness and coarseness has decreased by almost 15%, and that decline will continue into the far future. There is simply no need for a greater than six bladed razor, and in fact we may see a retrenchment in blade number until much of the world looks like Mexico where there is no market for a razor with more than 3 blades. If current trends continue men's faces will be totally hairless without the need for any razor blades at all by as early as the year 2300. That will be a sad day for the world for sure." With that Dr. Stephens bowed his head, turned and walked away.
By Everyday Junglist12 months ago in Humor
The Argument
"Gods and Goddesses do not argue with mortals. An argument implies dispute, and there can be no dispute, for the Gods are always right." Baj groaned out loud and rolled his eyes, earning him a sharp sting of pain from the Goddesses' mental whip, dropping him to one knee. "Know your place mortal, and mind your manners." Elyria said with and edge of steel in her voice, and perhaps just a tinge of genuine hurt as well. Baj knew better than to respond as he had, but he just could not help himself. The Goddesses pith philosophical sayings on the nature of Gods and mortals never failed to irritate the ever living crap out of him. The many which touted the great superiority of the Gods, like the classic she had just spouted off, caused him the most distress. She, of course, knew how he felt and that is exactly why she favored saying such things in his presence. He slowly recovered his wits, and grimaced at the lingering pain in his head. At that moment he was sorely tempted to jab at her again, but he held his tongue. Of course he feared the pain of Elyria's punishments, but more so than that, he had no wish to actually hurt her, and it seemed by her reaction to his words, he actually had. Baj often thought how strange it was that a being of such power, who had fought near omnipotent Gods, and monsters so terrible the mere sight of them would cause a mortal to die from fear, could be so easily and deeply hurt by but the slightest of words. He was not sure if that was more a reflection of the awesome power of words, or the overhyped power of the Gods. No matter the reason, it was certainly the case that he could, and had hurt the Goddess very badly on many occasions with his words, much more so than with any actions he had ever committed. While he did regret those words (mostly), he was glad for them as well, because they reminded him that mortals were not totally powerless against the might of the Gods. With DisKord threatening his world, and all existence, he knew mortals and Gods would need every possible tools at their disposal if they had any hope of defeating the ancient lord of chaos.
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Fiction
Interview with a Psychedelic Mushroom Entrepreneur
Author/Interviewer Preface: Charles Bogenberger is a 39-year-old entrepreneur with a BS degree in mechanical engineering, an MBA, and a former colleague. I met him a few years back when we worked for the same large company where he led one of their testing laboratories in Battle Creek, Michigan. At that lab Charles oversaw a staff of 20 plus employees, doing primarily microbiological analysis for pathogens and other microorganisms of concern in foods and the environment. Recently I reconnected with Charles and learned he had moved home to Denver and was now growing psychedelic mushrooms to support the nascent legalized psychedelic medicine movement there. I was intrigued, curious to learn how and why this successful engineer/businessman had chosen to grow what is/was an illegal substance and how he hoped to make money (legally) by doing so. I found his story compelling and fascinating and together we hit upon the idea of an interview to share this unusual story with a wider audience. That interview took place in February of 2024 and was first published in March and then again in November. Since that time, I have continued to occasionally check in on Charles’ progress with semi regular phone discussions. As we approached the 1-year mark of that first interview a follow up seemed in order.
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Psyche
Why Do Infections of the Brain Only Make People Meaner?
The fact that on average the entire population of the globe has become more angry, unfriendly, and generally just bigger assholes is one aspect of the Covid-19 epidemic that is less remarked upon and studied then it should be. It is now well known that Covid-19 does enter into and replicate in the brains of infected animals, including humans, and that this causes inflammation and damage to nerve cells and can impact behavior in subtle and not so subtle ways. To take just on example from the animal kingdom when laboratory mice are infected with some strains of Covid-19 at a high enough inoculum level they develop a strange stunted gait or hiccup in the way they walk. Almost like they are trying to hop/jump instead of walk but somehow the signals for both are becoming mixed up in their brains resulting in a very bizarre, but indicative behavior. Those that display this behavior (almost) always die soon after. It is a very disturbing thing to see and our own human brain is instinctively repulsed by witnessing it. It falls so far outside the normal standard way of how we are "used" to seeing mice walk that it triggers a sort of revulsion, a primal revulsion is the best word I can use to describe it. If I were H.P. Lovecraft (not the racist dickhead one, but the master of eldritch horror one) I might call it a thing that should not be, and that would be a very good way to put it. There can also be changes in animal behavior in terms of what I would call their mental state. They can become more aggressive, they may attack each other for much smaller transgressions, those attacks may become more vicious, and they become much more self destructive and generally less concerned for their own or other animals well being overall. Of course, often times they are too sick to do any of these things, at least not very well.
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Psyche
Belts with Holes are Dead
In 2050 the fall of man was brought about not by a nuclear holocaust or alien invasion, nor by a biological agent unleashing a zombie plague or a global economic collapse, but rather by an event so mundane, so random, so seemingly inconsequential that not even the wisest of men could have predicted it. This is the world of belts with holes are dead. A world ended when the last belt with holes suddenly disappeared from our planet earth. A hellish nightmarescape where the ability to keep one’s pants up even if they are too large is no longer an option for most. The rich seclude themselves in future belt enclaves where they live in relative luxury and wear whatever size pants within +/- two sizes they desire while the poor live in squalor, suffering from constant pants droppage or doing anything they can to just get by. The lowest of these, the so called “below the knee cutters” are the worst off by far. Their misery was so great that they actually took scissors to every pair of pants they owned and cut them off below the knees. Sick I know, do not read on if you are faint of heart. The only hope left are the so called Pioneers of Future Belts. Will they arrive in time to save our once beautiful planet and usher in a utopian paradise where everyone, regardless of means, can choose to wear whatever pants they want, no matter the waist size or inseam length? These stories represent the collected works of just some of the people who lived through those dark times. Pray their future does not become our own.
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Futurism
RIP Chester
The oriental short hair cat known to my wife and I as Chester died last week in our home in Mexico from complications of kidney disease exacerbated by malnutrition and abuse. I only knew him for about three weeks but he touched my life in a way few cats ever have and I felt compelled to share at least a part of his story after we lost him. We had rescued Chester from the home of a formerly well respected oriental short hair breeder who had fallen on very hard times and was now living in an abandoned property only a few miles from us. Given the condition of the property, Chester, and the three fellow oriental short hair companions we rescued alongside him it seems that reputation was not deserved. In conversation she revealed a shocking lack of understanding or knowledge of some of the most basic requirements of cat care, especially for a breeder. Moreover she displayed with her behaviors and attitudes a coldness and lack of sympathy which suggested to me that she did not love her cats. I can't even say she really liked them, at least not for what they were, but only for what they could do for her. Moreover, they reacted to her presence with fear and aggression, the exact opposite of what a healthy human cat relationship should look like. It was frankly disgusting and I was appalled beyond words. The property itself was essentially an abandoned mobile home set in a small unkempt lot covered in rusted metal junk, weeds, and a few sad tufts of grass. It had no running water or refrigeration or heat, and was as big a disaster on the inside as the out. It reeked of urine and feces with overflowing litterboxes and trash strewn about, though it seemed she had tried to clean up some just prior to our visit. The place had a very bad feeling about, and an unusual, impossible to place odor above and beyond the cat urine. Natural gas maybe? Each of the two times I went there I was sick for hours after. The bad feeling was of a both physical and let's call it spiritual nature. I hate to say the word 'evil' because it is so loaded with religious connotations, but it is the best I can come up with. I hated it there, and even thinking about it now is making me feel a little nauseous. I believe there is a reason the property has been abandoned for so long, and the ominousness of it made my concern and fear for the cats safety even higher then it already was after talking with their owner.
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Petlife
Cold War
1986 Soviet bombers above Children under desks
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Poets
UFO
Unidentified Flying object overhead Abducted from earth
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Poets
