New Duds For Your Woot Buds: How To Recognize The Woot Street Team At CES

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Going over our CES coverage from last year, the home office noticed something about the Woot blog crew: That we dress like slobs. This year, before our sartorial ineptitude could tarnish the brand further, they gave us the surprise Stacy London treatment.

When we checked in at Harrahâ??s, the lady at the front desk had a message for Jason. He was to report to the business center, because he had a large package. (Heh! Heh!)
 



To paraphrase the J. Geils Band, we took it to his hotel room to open it in private. Imagine our surprise and delight to find shirts and hoodies inside for all of usâ??with the Woot logo on them!
 



We felt just like Cinderella after her bibbity-bobbity-booing. New clothes! Now we can go to the ball after all!
 



Because I hate that new-shirt smell, I took my new togs to a local gaming parlor called â??Wizard of Suds.â?? Itâ??s where all the big-name showgirls go to have their g-strings rinsed, and I was excited to try my luck on the machines.
 



Come on, lucky number 47!
 



Before dropping it in the slot, I kissed this quarter for luck. With tongue. It tasted like swine flu!
 



â??Round and â??round and â??round she goes, rinsing the funk right out of your clothes!




This was a surprise: In the convenience store area of Wizard of Suds, there was a rack of comics for sale in â??Bonus Packs.â?? The selection included at least two issues of the Marvel New Universe title â??Kickers, Inc.â?? from the mid-nineteen-eighties. Olde-tyme cover price: 75 cents! Theyâ??re probably worth about a tenth of that now.
 



Next I tried my luck on the Wascomat dryer. Itâ??s basically the same as playing a regular slot machine except you probably wonâ??t lose your shirt. A sock, sure. But not your shirt.
 



â??Round and â??round and â??round she wentâ??I cleaned out the trap, which was packed full of lint!
 



Iâ??m a little worried about how hot weâ??re going to be in these (freshly laundered) threads. Not as in temperature-hot, although the hoodies are a hefty cotton/poly blend. I mean we might whip CESgoers into a frenzy of lust better suited to that other convention in town. On the positive side, though, Wooters will be able to recognize us skulking around the exhibition halls. If you spot one of us, say hi! But donâ??t scream and tear our clothes off. Itâ??s not that we wonâ??t understand the impulse. Itâ??s that theyâ??re new. We only just got them.

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