|Hey, it's not even Friday yet!
||[Sep. 21st, 2010|03:47 pm]
Although disjointed...oh yes! Baby steps. |
Dear Shoe Manufacturers, aren't we done with the low-cut upper? I'm all about chest cleavage, but my monkey toe cleavage, not so much. Plus, you are pretty much guaranteeing that the upper will CUT across right where I'm trying really hard not to grow a bunion. You are NOT helping.
Honestly, if Michael Moore is bored and has run out of subjects, he should come along with me shopping. I am all ready to tear clothing and shoe manufacturers a new one. But maybe it's me. It looks so adorable sitting there in mid-air or on the shelf. Then it goes on me and and suddenly, the item of clothing transforms into a big giant WTF. Ah, well, it makes shopping so much easier. I can just cruise into DSW and go "pass on ballet, pass on very flats, pass on clogs, pass on boots that want to include my calves, pass on anything that's slumpy around the ankle, pass on anything that's got a heel taller than 1.75", pass on anything that costs more than $60 because they don't last any longer or feel any better. Oh, yeah, and they have to be black and in size 10."
Of course, that litany doesn't make shoe shopping any easier...but it does make the sales associate twitch and THAT'S worth something.
Does streaming radio suck up a lot of bandwidth? Sometimes I get exhausted thinking about all of the really simple things that I feel as if I should know...but just don't. Sadly so many of them revolve around technology and I worry sometimes that I'm being left in the dust. Oh, right, I am. I'm old. Seriously, how the hell are people my age going to keep up? I'm supposed to work until I'm 67? Look, there just aren't enough Wal-Marts around that need greeters. Christ on a cracker, you kids better invent something that downloads that stuff right into my brain, or you're going to have spend the rest of your life explaining stuff to me.
I'm fine with being a curmudgeon (right now, Linkin Park just came on the channel I'm streaming and all I can think of is, stop yelling in my ear, that's not music, that's the noise you make when you drop the stockpot on your foot) but I really don't want to be one of those geezers that denigrates things just because I can't figure out how to make it work.
Good luck with that, right?