My parents’ week old colt
My impossibly cute cousin
My impossibly cute cousin
My shoe collection is once again out of hand. How out of hand you ask? If I told you I own roughly 48 pairs of shoes, would that be out of hand? Here’s part of my collection as it stands today. This does not include several pairs of running shoes.
Given my problem, I’ve decided to have a good old-fashioned deathmatch whereby each week (for as long as I decide to do this) two pairs of shoes battle to the death. The winner stays in my closet, and the loser dies an ugly, horrible death, also known as the “Good Samaritan Store.”
For our first match we have the boring working class shoes. The not-so-trendy-but-comfortable brown Eastlands, against the worn once navy Nurtures. Be as superficial as you want, tell me which one needs to go. In the future, I’m going to try to set up an official ballot box of sorts, but for now, put your votes in the comments.
Jeremy tagged me for The Book Meme quite awhile ago, but a vacation, spotty server stability, and my own laziness has prevented me from dutifully spreading the meme.
How many books do I own?
Are they kidding? Do normal people really know this kind of thing? On my small shelf within visual distance there are 47. My other shelf is twice, if not three times, as large and completely full.
What was the last book I bought?
What was the last book I read?
The Bourne Identity by Robert Ludlum
What are the five books that mean the most to me?
Passing along the meme
As you know, I’m a slacker. Add a short Easter vacation in the mix, and my slackingness has reached new heights. I do have a second week March Madness wrap-up coming. I will give you the abstract: “People won, people lost. I don’t really give a crap because Kansas lost in the first round.”
Okay, so that’s not exactly how I feel, but I do have a fair amount of apathy in regards to the remainder of the NCAA tournament.
On a completely different subject, I’ve noticed that politics, economics, and the like have not made a cameo on my weblog in quite sometime. I attribute this to my laziness. You know I have a lot opinions, and I’m really going to work on getting my thoughts down on everything from education to wildlife refuges.
Count yourself lucky as you may be among the first to hear about this breaking news story. Earlier this evening during an E! Television special on Celebrity beauty secrets, Jessica Simpson said her skin secret was Accutane. Her quote was something to the effect “My dermatologist put me on Accutane, and I haven’t had a break out since.”
Hmmm. But this is the same Jessica Simpson that has been touting ProActiv. Does this seem fishy to anyone else? So she says Proactiv fixed her skin and meanwhile she’s taking the big gun Accutane.
I hereby call out Proactiv and Jessica Simpson for deceptive advertising.
(Okay, I don’t know how “breaking” this story is, but interesting none the less. To me at least. And it’s my blog and that’s what matters.)
Am I the only one who doesn’t understand the sensation of The Gates? Perhaps one has to view them in person to truly be inspired by the dayglo orange fabric. I would also appreciate an explanation as to how they are art. I’m sure they are — I’m just missing the overall vision. Maybe they’re art because they just are. Maybe they’re not supposed to mean anything, and that’s why they’re art (what a load of crap).
The massiveness of the project is apparent. Twenty some miles of gates through out Central Park, thousands of yards of fabric, LOTS of orange paint — very impressive. I still don’t get it. This must be something one has to see in person to appreciate.
Update 02/16/05 3:28pm: It didn’t take long for a vandal to pose the same question as me.
Remember that scene in Garden State where they stand on heavy machinery and scream as loud/hard as they can? I felt like doing that today.
Things/people/etc annoying me right now:
This meager beginning of a scarf took me two hours. I am spent.