Shoes.
Let's talk about shoes. Specifically, my shoes. Now, those of you who know me well, and those of you who don't know me so well, and those of you who should know me well but haven't been studying like your mother told you to, and those of you who are unaware of my existence (all ERROR DIVIDE BY ZERO of you), all know that I don't make a big deal of shoes. I can count the number of pairs I own on one hand and still have enough fingers left over to make an obscene gesture or two. So you can imagine that the occurrence of me getting a new pair of sneakers is, while not quite on the level of planetary alignment, pretty damn close. That disturbance in the Force you felt today? That was it. A comparison:
Old'n'busted
New hotness
Now, you, being an astute observer, have of course noticed that both of these are New Balance shoes. (I like New Balance's shoes for one reason: they fit the shape of my feet.) But there is one other thing that both of these shoes have in common: According to the New Balance website, neither of them exist. See for yourself. What can I say, I like my feet shrouded in mystery and intrigue.
Oh, and because I like you guys, here's a little bit of whimsy I whipped up earlier today:
Old'n'busted
New hotness
Now, you, being an astute observer, have of course noticed that both of these are New Balance shoes. (I like New Balance's shoes for one reason: they fit the shape of my feet.) But there is one other thing that both of these shoes have in common: According to the New Balance website, neither of them exist. See for yourself. What can I say, I like my feet shrouded in mystery and intrigue.
Oh, and because I like you guys, here's a little bit of whimsy I whipped up earlier today: