As BotCon draws near, please remember that the Transportation Security Administration will confiscate any spray deodorant you try to bring on a plane. This includes items in your checked luggage; you just can't have it. This means we all need to invest in the roll-on variety.

With this many people crammed into a small space, every armpit counts. Don't let the TSA interfere with your cleanliness.

Is this new? I didn't have a problem with it the last 2 years.

Folks:

Besides, what does deodorant have to do with nerd-conventions?

Ever been to Botcon? It's generally a clean and sweet smelling convention...

LET'S KEEP IT THAT WAY! (Not directed at you Autobus, just an "in general" threat)

TG:

I've never been there. I'm just here for the snide remarks.

(And to extrapolate from the model-railroad meets I've been to... )

Yeah, I get ya. I'm just messin around. As I understand it, we seem to sometimes be the exception when it comes to non-smelly people (I think there was a thread about that a couple of years ago)

I don't see it on this list?
http://www.tsa.gov/travelers/airtravel/pro...ited-items.shtm

Randy

Under "Flammable Items"
So, it appears it's one of those things that if you get the smallest possible container, you should be ok.

Ah yes, missed that. Thanks!

Randy

I know I've gotten it through in my checked luggage without any trouble; they don't really check that. But this year I'm hoping to just deal with carry-ons, so I realized it might be a problem.

Stick deodorant can be your friend.

Dare to be scentless.

Fungus grows in fat folds. Put your hugging deodorant on. And scrub hard. Comb your hair. Brush your teeth.

That's right, I'm talkin to (the generic) YOU.

I can't believe you people. The Funk of Forty-thousand Fans is a time honored convention tradition!

It ain't a con if your nose ain't burning and your eyes ain't watering.

It's called Speedstick. It's not expensive. It's called Speedstick. It's not expensive.

Too bad people can't eat deodorant.

Sure Dry. Apply directly to the underarm. Sure Dry. Apply directly to the underarm. Sure Dry. Apply directly to the underarm. Sure Dry. Apply directly to the underarm. Sure Dry. Apply directly to the underarm. Sure Dry. Apply directly to the underarm. Sure Dry. Apply directly to the underarm. Sure Dry. Apply directly to the underarm. Sure Dry. Apply directly to the underarm. etc.

Manohman. I didn't encounter any hyper-reekage during the con, but HOLEE FRICKIN' DAMN, the Prime Time Shuttle ride to LAX on Monday morning with three other con-goers, two guys & a girl...I dunno which one it was, but if I had to describe the olfactory knockdown, I'd call it ONIONSKUNK.
Aghghh, seriously, they're all having a pleasant conversation, and the whole damn time, I'm trying to force myself to breathe 'cus, uh, being a human, I actually NEED oxygen to live. Wasn't all that certain I wanted to after that...

(Sweet Primus, whoever-you-were, take a damn bath!!)

AHAHAH. Funny funny thread.

So no one smelled like BO, but what about the dreaded swamp butt? No one smelled like a hot poop sandwich?