♪The Last of the Rockstars♪

I have never seen the movie The Last of the Mohicans. But I heard the soundtrack back in the 90’s and immediately bought the cd. Ever since, it has been a staple in my (admittedly sparse) musical repertoire.

It has also led to one of those situations that married couples will find happening to them after being together for years. I don’t know how it started, but whenever we have a favorite food and one of us is about to devour the last of it, I’ll just randomly break out with “The Last of the Delicious Food X!” and start booming away with this theme song. It’s funny because we can always just buy more of whatever we’re eating on our next grocery run 🙂

But sometimes, like today, it’s not funny. Because food items stop being made if they’re not popular enough. And when you come to the last one, it is a very bittersweet moment. You are filled with the goodness of the item being devoured but sad on the inside because you know you’ll never be able to consume it again.

So it is with those very mixed feelings that I present the Last of the Pineapple Coconut Rockstar Recovery! I have eulogized this before, in the form of An Ode to Energy Drinks, but now I must mourn. As this post goes live at 0500 Eastern Standard Time, I will be sitting on my couch, reading all of your posts, slowly, ever so slowly, sipping the last can of this delicious nectar. So rejoice with me as I savor the delicious flavor and mourn with me as I know this is the last I will ever taste this nectar.

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Pineapple Coconut Rockstar Recovery, I who am about to drink you, salute you!

♪Like A True Nature's Child♪

Because there is nothing more precious than an all natural Bookstooge holding his all natural rockstar baby. Just as Nature Intended, awwwwwwww. (you can tell everything is all natural because of the trees in the background)

An Ode to Energy Drinks

Nebuchadnezzar had his golden statue. I have my tower of power in the form of a Rockstar Coconut Pineapple Energy Drink. Thus, as it is written in the Book of Bookstooge, chapter 3:
To you it is commanded, O people, nations, and languages,
That at what time ye hear the sound of the cornet, flute, harp, sackbut, psaltery, dulcimer, and all kinds of musick, ye fall down and worship the aluminum image.

In honor of this momentous occasion, I have caused to be composed an Ode, worthy of a rockstar.

Caffeine as Nature IntendedEnergy drinks, oh how I adore theeWith every sip, I feel so energeticYour caffeine content is just what I needTo get through the day, it's so therapeuticRockstar Coconut Pineapple, my favorite flavorIt's like a tropical paradise in a canThe blend of coconut and pineapple, such a saviorIt's a match made in heaven, what a grand planSome say caffeine is bad, but I beg to differIt's a natural stimulant, just like sugarAnd when mixed with other ingredients, it's a liferIt gives me energy, it's real, not just a figureSo here's to energy drinks, my source of powerCaffeine as nature intended, let's raise a glassTo Rockstar Coconut Pineapple, my sweet flowerThank you for keeping me going, for that I commend and even bask.

The above ode was composed by my faithful servant, the AI Paragraph block. It is truly a good servant and I feed it cookies on the weekend.

Giving Up The Ghost

I stand here before you (metaphorically speaking of course) to announce some very sad news. This weekend I am giving up the ghost. I know, I know, quite shocking news. It was pretty unexpected to me too. I know I just wrote about my excitement about ghost earlier this week (BIG HUGE AND TOTALLY AWESOME POST THAT YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE MISSED, BUT JUST IN CASE THIS WHOLE SENTENCE IS THE LINK, SO GO READ IT. NO, REALLY, YOU SHOULD!) but after drinking just a couple, it became obvious on Friday that I was going to have to give up the ghost if I wanted to survive.

As is my daily custom, I partook of some carbonated caffeine early friday morning before work. Sadly, having partaken on Thursday and on Wednesday as well, my body decided to let me know that it didn’t appreciate having ghosts put into it. Since the ghost busters aren’t real, the only option it gave me was to put on my Pope Hat several times and go pretend to be a bear in the woods.

I found it. In the woods!

That is never a fun experience. People who talk about getting close to nature have obviously never had to use nature or they’d change their tune pronto. But because I’m such a manly man, I can use nature, complain about it vociferously and then move on. But even I draw the line at trying to MAKE myself use nature.

So this is a fond farewell to what could have been. A dewey eyed glance at a past that had no future. A gentle thought of inspiration that I COULD HAVE BEEN THE FIRST BEARPOPE EVER, except it wasn’t my destiny. ahhhh, destiny is such a fickle thing.

Saint Bookstooge, the First BearPope in History

So go forth, most kind and beneficent of readers and thank your lucky stars you didn’t have to give up the ghost this past day.

This Ghost's For You!

The Vitamin Shoppe is having a sale on ghost energy drinks in their physical stores, so I thought I’d try one.

And nothing says “healthy’ like a carbonated can of Swedish Fish flavored caffeine!

So rock on bloggers, because it is Thursday, it’s sunny outside and I’m totally energized.