Nothing makes me feel more girly (and I mean that in a negative way) than shoe shopping. Had to get shoes for my interview this week. My shoes are on zappos.com also. Maybe we wear the same shoes?

I have worn the same shoe style for years ... ankle high steel-toed work boots.  I do have other shoes for special occasions but I do love my boots.

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If you immediately know the candlelight is fire, the meal was cooked a long time ago. --- Oma Desala

If you remove enough layers of nylon, wool, fleece, and Goretex it appears, right?

The one true shoe brand is Dr. Martens. I wear my Doc boots in the winter and the shoes in the spring and fall.

The summer is, of course, for Birks, the one true sandal. What else could you need?

I say this, of course, with a laundry basket full of shoes that I've collected and, ultimately, rejected. Being a black belt packrat, though, I just can't seem to get rid of the combat boots that give me blisters, or the sneakers I bought in college, or the girly flats I bought when I needed to do the job interview thing. I should haul the whole mess of them to the Salvation Army.
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damn it, lif eis actually really *far4 too good at tghe momnent, shboyukbnt;t whilen. --Dr Thrustgood

Got her phone number? I mean, that's OK with you, right?

_{Have you seen The Passion yet? Here's a spoiler for you: Jesus dies.
"...compassion is more than a 16 point word in scrabble." - MostlyHarmless}

I have a friend with fetishistic shoe tendancies, who wears a size 14. He pretty much has to get his shoes from Zappos, and tries pretty hard to persuade everyone else to do so, too.

I once knew a Haley, and when I say "knew", I mean that in the Biblical sense. Within minutes of meeting her, she described her name as "Haley, same as the comet, except I come more than once every 76 years."

She did, too, and put in a lot of effort to make sure I did, as well. Good girl, that Haley. Crazy, but good. And by "good girl", of course, I mean "had gigantic, sturdy thingies."

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You can build the most elegant fountain in the world, but eventually a winged rat will be using it as a drinking bowl.

I think I know the lady. She got rid of the piercings, bought a nice pantsuit and sensible shoes, and got a job as a tester at $OtherBigDefenseCorp.

Then she married a sensible accountant and they settled down in a sensible house in a sensible neighborhood. The kids think Mom is boring, and never did anything of note. But someday, yes, someday, those pictures will turn up. Then the kids will realize that, once upon a time, Mom was wilder than they could ever imagine being.

Earth First!
_{(We can strip mine the rest later.)}

Fuck! I love every word, every beat of this diary, from the tags on down. I have nothing useful to say about shoes, comets, or pain, just this: Goddamn. Don't you ever stop. Ever.

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"Slick Loons Cow Stumbling Readers." —toxicfur

Zappos had a storefront for a while. I know this, because when I worked for a dotcom, we had to walk through Zappos to get to our offices.

Once, while working there, I ordered shoes from Zappos. They were sent UPS, and then arrived where all our mail was placed: at Zappos' front door.
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I'm interested, but all I have available to use as currency is old 8-bit computers, some random PC bits and pieces, and some string.  Sadly, I don't imagine that such things are accepted as currency in Blixcounty.

Or anywhere, for that matter.

Hot damn they have a lot of shoes, and most in my size (size 13.. oh yeah!) That is sweet!

I would love to have that drum kit, but I think shipping from the deep south to Canuckistan might kill me. How much you want for it, and what's the approximate weight/size of the boxes and such?

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imagine dancing banana here

but I hope to some day

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I fear your shoes. You know me though. I wear Red Wings. I've had other boots and shoes and frankly they hurt. I have a pair of brown ten eyelet steel caps that I've been wearing since June. My only complaint is they used a gum sort of sole so I've walked away much of the tread in 8 months, but I can have them resoled with proper lugs. If a nameless cat hadn't decided my old oxblood redwings were a fantastic thing to scratch I would have gotten 6 years (three times resoled)out of them.

I want to play with your car. I've realized I do not need obscene high speeds. I need decent top end and acceleration like a monster. It was cool and all that my Galaxie could go 130 MPH, but it took a while, and was utterly unruly.

You call it Summer. I'm having twinges of Spring around here. It makes me restless. It'll soon be squashed by three foot of snow. It is March after all.

I've nothing else to say about the girl, except I think it may have been early 98.

I'm debating taking a yoga class. I dunno if I can deal with the scene though.

Flaming rubble can be its own reward.

I would probably hurt myself with an electric drum kit thing.

zappos has man purses! I am sold!

I never really considered face-to-face contact a possible thing. -CRwM