Ultimate Checklist for Success
Probably my favorite book from childhood. It accomplishes what every children's book should, yet rarely does: delight the senses and accelerate the imagination, create the suspension of disbelief without patronizingly mistaking it for naivete, and finally... create a new alphabet.
Such an awesome book -- a summation of my love affair with dinosaurs.

What's a RIPT FUSION shirt? Well it's "a classic men's undershirt injected with steroids," of course. For just $58, it'll add pecs and abs all while sucking in the flabby parts. But even more critical to society, it'll put geeks on the same playing field as jocks, the lazy on the same playing field as the obnoxiously active.
Even if the Ript Fusion is too gimmicky to make you look good, it could eventually make muscles look bad. And in the long run, that's really just as beneficial.
No comment on the actual shirt, except that you're bound to get found out once you get into the bedroom -- which I assume is the endgoal of purchasing such a product...
But MAJOR PROPS to the guy in this photo for fully committing to that ridiculous pose+photo concept. Fierce! ... Oh wait, never mind -- that's just the shirt.
Time to un-pop that collar and learn to tie a tie properly, guy.
Switch out that MacBook Pro for... a dozen ice cold cans of Blue Ribbon. Could anything be more American?
Timbuk2 Dolores Chiller
Not all messenger bags are for business. The Timbuk2 Dolores Chiller ($110) is a portable cooler disguised as a messenger, offering a fully insulated interior, a metal bottle opener on the strap, durable ballistic nylon construction, waterproof TPU lining, and enough capacity for at least 12 cans of suds.
It was on the morning of his thirty-seventh birthday that Vincent Van Ngo single-handedly overturned every historical precedent regarding man’s progression through middle age and made the most significant discovery of his life. At 5:41 AM, he suddenly became aware of his seat at the kitchen table. How long had he been sitting there? He could not recall if he had fallen asleep in the wicker chair the night before or if, in the throes of yet another somnambulistic fit, he had eventually gotten lodged there, like a leaf blown haphazardly into a storm gutter. Nevertheless, having finally settled on his location, his other senses began to unfold, gradually assembling the details of his immediate surroundings. At 6:01, he deduced from the burning sensation of something resembling coffee on his tongue and from the presence of an aproned woman in his kitchen, whom he initially mistook to be his wife and then, upon closer inspection, realized was, in fact, his wife, that it was a Monday.