Friday, January 29, 2010
A nice, colorful bottle is refreshing in times like this. Times when filler is chosen because it is cheap or simple or easy. Today's bottle is filled with candy-canes. Not the standard-red-and-white peppermint ones, but the multicolored fruity ones.
The rings on the label reminded me of the swirls on the candy cane itself.
Until next time,
This has to be one of the best smelling bottles in my collection. Filled with used, but still fragrant, dryer sheets.
Not sure why I chose this label. It was the only one I had that made any sense what-so-ever. I guess I was thinking water droplets are wet, dryers are dry. Hence, dryer sheets.
I would celebrate Day 250, but I'm still behind schedule, so it's not really Day 250.
But, "hooray" anyway,
Thursday, January 28, 2010
I'm ready for the Northern Hemisphere to be titled toward the sun again. In an effort to harness positive, warm, Summer-ish thoughts, I have filled this bottle with faux-flower leis. Like Day 116, this bottle is all about sand, sun, and surf.
Is it Spring yet?,
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Think of long road trips. Not being able to bathe like normal. Sometimes going days without changing underwear.
I'm not trying to make assumptions about the man on the label, but the picture reminds me of sitting in a car for days on end.
Bottle is filled with old boxers,
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Not that those memories are good, but they will be forever burned into my mind. In this bottle are several ads from the major retailer for which I am currently employed. They have been cut to shreds. Included in the bottle are a couple weekly holiday advertisements, two Black Friday door-buster fliers, and a few two-day ads. At the time, I had these ads committed to memory. Not by choice, but because it was necessary to know what was in-stock (nothing) and what was out-of-stock (everything).
The two people on the label summarize my feelings regarding this past holiday season.
!!!ATTENTION CONSUMERS!!! You make us retail slave-laborers want to jump off cliffs.
So I turned a gift for Em into a Jones bottle for the world. Your little sister only turns 21 once, so I wanted to make it special. We thought we had found the perfect gift;
Right? Well, my predictions that the booze would be a perfect amount of liquor and flavor were false. The drinks that I attempted to make wound up a bit pungent.
P.S. - If it wasn't obvious, this bottle is filled Hypnotiq Liqueur. The Asian on the label is on the ground and hiding her face from the camera. Draw your own conclusions about the filler-to-label-connection.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
As an extra special treat, I mean that as a bonus treat, not an extra special treat, although it is, but I digress. Worst Jones-a-Day intro yet? You bet.
As a special bonus to Stevie's customized Jones bottle, featured in Day 224's post, was this awesome Jones Soda bandanna. As cool as it is, I felt it should forever be memorialized in the contents of a bottle.
The filler-to-label-connection, I guess, stems from this image I have of snowboarders wearing goggles over their eyes and bandannas over the remainder of their faces. I'm not sure if this makes sense to anyone else, but it makes sense to me.
P.S. - Bandanna details...
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Posting this one quick for a multitude of reasons. First and foremost, there isn't a lot to say about this bottle. I needed a quick way to fill a bottle before rushing off to school and felt that orange-soda would add a nice splash of color to my collection. There is no filler-to-label-connection, other than the fact that I thought the picture went well with the vibrant orange.
I'm also posting quick today because I am in the lab at school. It is hot, I'm hungry, and I've been sitting here for an hour-and-a-half writing a paper. I need to get outside, make some calls, eat some food and prepare for my 6 - 9 class tonight.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Not much needed here in terms of explanation. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think this may be the first time the main subject of the label is the same thing as the filler inside the bottle. On the label it appears someone has been the target of a little practical joke. The act of covering a yard, a room, a car with toilet paper is sometimes referred to as "T.P.-ing". Inside the bottle, you guess it, toilet paper.
In this case we have a first degree F.T.L.C.
Or is it a zero degree?,
Sunday, January 17, 2010
I don't know the girl on the label. I'm not even sure she's of legal age to drink. But that's the beauty of an anonymous picture like this, I can affix my own story, my own details to it. Maybe this girl is simply napping on the beach, maybe the picture was snapped mid sneeze and that is why her head is slumped into her chest as it is. But maybe, just maybe, she's in Mexico and got caught up in the spirit of her vacation at the bar with her friends. Maybe she had one too many and decided to rest against this wall on some beach on her way home. I don't know. Tequila, Mexico, possibly intoxicated woman; it's all possible.
And if you know this girl and are reading this, my apologies for jumping to conclusion.
12 fluid ounces of Jose Cuervo.
About eight healthy shots,
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Every once in a while a bottle comes along that I fall in love with. This is one of those bottles. For once a bottle turns out just as I picture it. Today's bottle is filled with Twizzlers, the strawberry licorice, delicious candy. I imagined the ropey goodness spiraling its way into the bottle. Forming a perfect coil against the inside of the glass. The ruby red rope did, in fact, spiral upwards until into the neck of the bottle and against the inside of the cap.
The bow on the label, like a twisted twizzle of fabric. A good match for the almost ribbon-like insides.
Plus I imagine the bow being red, red like the licorice inside,
Friday, January 15, 2010
You may have been able to predict that this bottle was coming given Day 229 was filled with the little black trays that hold each Reese's Peanut Butter Cup, and if you did you are a very wise Joneser. Today's bottle is filled with the little foil wrappers that surround the little black trays that hold the miniature peanut butter cups. It took approximately three entire bags of the miniature candies to obtain enough foil to fill a bottle. But I can't complain about having all these peanut butter cups at my disposal.
See the bonus pics for a shot of Candy Mountain,
P.S. - Candy Mountain...
And while I was taking pictures for this post, a mysterious animal walked by in the background. It's a little blurry, but I believe I may have captured Big Foot on camera...
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Had to get this one up here quick, my computer was doing everything in its power to keep me from making this post on time.
Today's bottle is filled with red wine. Not anything fancy...in fact the bottle cost less than $6.00.
I had a bottle with someone throwing the rock horns, thought about rock stars backstage after a show with wine, champagne, etc.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
In keeping with the tradition of putting ironic pet food within bottles with pets on the label (as I did on Day 132 and Day 39), this bottle featuring a dog on the label has been filled with cat food. The cat food seen in Day 39's bottle is the special kind of kibble that my family feeds our three cats; Oscar, Olliver, and Oswald. The cat food in today's bottle is a different brand, a different flavor, and contains fun and colorful fish-like and steak-like shapes. You see, Stevie moved back into the dorms on campus. Because no pets are permitted in the dorms, and because we wanted her cat to have a good home, my family and I adopted her baby cat, Psycho. He only lives up to his name from time-to-time, but for the most part he's doing just fine.
Welcome home, Psych,
P.S. - In fact, I think he's doing quite well...
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Alright, still getting back into the swing of things, but I'm going to proceed as usual and try to ramp up the multiple posts per day as much as possible. My cache of Jones bottles that I stumbled upon is starting to dry up and, once again, I may be looking at a Jones shortage.
But let's erase those bad thoughts and focus on today's bottle. I like it. The filler, in my opinion, is unique, not wasteful, and looks pretty cool inside a bottle. I collected these used batteries from around the house and by raiding the recycling bins around campus.
I don't know if there is a connection per se between filler and label, this label was chosen based on what my sis and I thought would look the best with a bunch of dead batteries behind it.
Sometimes the F.T.L.C. is just a gut instinct.
I felt that this label was destined for this filler.
Sometimes I just guess that the filler and label are going to look good together.
And, usually, I am right,
At first it was an issue of time and money. Jones-a-Day took a backseat to the ever-important school and the unrelenting hours at work. Despite slaving away tediously over the Holiday season, because of an abundance of Christmas spirit, I ended up with little in terms of money. So, without the time to collect filler, fill, and photograph, and without the money to purchase anything but the essentials, Jones-a-Day was on hiatus.
Once the Holiday dust had settled, however, I ran into a new problem. With time on my hands and a fair amount of pocket dough, I was ready to begin Jones-a-Day again. The problem? Finding bottles. I checked all my go-to places, and then I checked them again. I went out of my way to check these same stores on other sides of town. No luck. Either they had no Jones at all, or they had repeat bottles. I was about to suck it up and pay the outrageous price per bottle at the mall when Stevie and I took an impromptu trip to a Meijer nearly 13 miles from where I live. The results? Well, we found bottles. So I've been hurriedly sucking them down, cleaning them out, then filling them up. These nine bottles posted in this blitz were consumed, filled, and photographed over the course of three short days.
School starts tomorrow and I have a large gap between two of my classes so will take that time to add sufficient posts to the eight preceding bottles. Until then, it is time for bed.
Thanks for your patience,
P.S. - Filler = ripped up wrapping paper
I'm not sure how to explain the filler-to-label-connection here, it is something almost intangible. I'm not even sure if it can be put into words, but I suppose I can give it a shot. Caramel-corn, the pre-popped orbs dunked in sticky sweetness, is one of those snacks that tell you everything is on the right track. No matter what is going on in your life, this is where you want to be. Sitting around a campfire, munching on the crunchy, sugary goodness that is caramel-corn. There's something so soothing, so warming and inviting about the two things; campfires and caramel-corn.
Stevie bought one of those big tubs of popcorn, you know, the ones that come in metal barrels with a cardboard divider for caramel-corn, cheesy corn, and regular popcorn? So this bottle, and the previous day's bottle, are from said tin of popcorn.
Delicious doesn't even begin to describe it,
The beauty of the cheesy popcorn hadn't befallen me until I wrote the title for this post. Cheesy is something that is, well, for a lack of a better word, corny. The words are synonmous with something that is overdone with sentiment. It is no wonder that the combination of the two adjectives yeilds one delicious noun that makes me feel all sappy; cheesy corn. The pre-popped popcorn dusted in a fine coat of cheese.
My heart is pounding already,
So, somewhere along the course of my hiatus, January 5th to be exact, I turned 23 years old. I would have liked to hold off on this post until Day 240, which would have been the correct post corresponding to January 5th, but the bottle had too much meaning to neglect until then.
If you know anything about me, you know that there are three things I can never so "no" to. 1) Beer. 2) Hot wings. 3) Friends and family. So, for my birthday, I invited everyone out for dinner and drinks at Buffalo Wild Wings. The turnout was amazing and we all had a great time watching the games that were playing, drinking, and laughing. People showing up was a gift in itself, but Jbyrd, a friend of mine, brought me a Jones Soda Bottle to help celebrate me being born. The bottle he gave, seen here, is filled with styrofoam from Buffalo Wild Wings boxes, the ones you get to take home leftovers.
So the connection? Jbyrd's gift and Buffalo Wild Wings.
P.S. - Another thanks to Stevie for being so sweet, xoxo...
Not a ton to say here as the F.T.L.C. is kind of obvious. The label contains a picture of a Jack-o-Lantern that has, somehow, caught fire. Flames shoot from the top as if this lantern was set too high. Inside the bottle are the small black trays, kind of like cupcake liners, that Reese's Peanut Butter Cups sit in before being devoured. The trays in this bottle come from the miniature or "bite-sized" variation of peanut butter cup.
I don't know. Candy wrappers kind of let you know Halloween is over. A flaming Jack-o-Lantern holds a similar message.
I wish I had more peanut butter cups right now,
To make a long story short, and to avoid worrying anyone, just know that everybody is okay. One day I get a call from a distressed Stevie saying that her mom is in the hospital for reasons unknown. After rescuing her from work and rushing down to Spectrum we are relieved to find out everything is alright.
While chatting with her, her mom, and the handful of others who came to check on things, I debatted nabbing a few latex gloves for myself. I mean, they are kept right on the wall, boxes and boxes of them in fact, so would it really hurt if I took a couple handfuls? After much debate, and after checking to see if the coast was clear, I made a quick grab and got a decent handful. Wanting to be sure I could fill the contents of one bottle I made two, three more snatches before calling it good.
Inside this bottle are purple and grey latex gloves "borrowed" from Spectrum Health Hospital. The broken egg symbolizes Eileen.
Luckily her prognosis was much, much more positive than the egg's,
Okay, I called the filler for this one "Pink and Red Accordion-Like Strips of Paper" because I wanted to avoid using the term "confetti". As the astute Jones-a-Dayer will point out, I have already filled a bottle with confetti in Day 161. However, this confetti is of a different color-scheme entirely and was featured in a gift basket given to my family by, you guessed it, Stevie. So not only is it different in color, but it is also covered in sentiment. On Day 1 I warned everyone that sometimes the filler will only varry in color. No promises were broken here.
So the connection is simple. Not only is the scene semi-romantic in nature, but the leaves and branches of the tree are crinkled like the paper in the bottle.
I'm guessing it is some sort of willow, but I could be wrong,
I could not be more pleased with this bottle. I don't mean that it looks phenomenal or anything, it doesn't, but I am happy it is over with. For months I have been storing egg shells in my mini-fridge, gagging everytime I opened the door for a beverage. The plastic-bags could not contain 100% of the odor and the bottle sat, half-filled with rotten eggs, on my dresser the whole time (cap securely in place). Finally, it's filled and back in the fridge next to the rotting milk. There are some bottles that win my "Best Smelling Filler Award", this one has earned quite the opposite title.
There's a chicken on the label.
F.T.L.C. should be obvious,
Another one that went bad as time went on. I had this bottle half-filled with used coffee grounds but did not have enough to fill the rest. As I waited, the moist, warm ground developed a greenish-white mold. I quickly scrounged up enough grounds to top it off and sealed this on away.
Coffee makes me think of energy and the two on the label seem to be full of it.
Nine bottles down, fourteen more to be caught up as of today (Jan. 12th, 2010),