Strange Days

What a strange feeling, being up before dawn in the winter. A hoochless week of many salads and little wheat (some, not much) has seen me up before the alarm for the last couple of days. How very odd.

Or maybe I'm getting old - you know how some old ones only sleep about 4 hours a night? Maybe it's early menopause. Whatever. I'll take it, if it allows me a little extra time to dick around at home before going to work, or leave a little earlier to get a head start through the traffic clusterfucks in Watertown Square. (Hear me, 5 Corners? Intersection of Pleasant and Main Streets? Three or four light cycles to get onto Main from Pleasant because ASSHOLES coming down from Main enter the intersection when they can see there's NO ROOM, and block Pleasant? What the fuck? ...Easy, rabbit. Yes, well it had to be said.)

Anyway - there is some good news happening in the world, believe it or not. Manolo's Shoe Blog reports that those monstrosities, Crocs, may be going away. Evidently their sales have plummeted and they're downsizing operations. Though I don't wish bad things on any business in these hard economic times...they deserve no less than failure, tears, eternal hellfire and damnation for inflicting us with these eyesores. Diversify or die, fuckers. Sadly, I predict we'll be seeing them attached to ghastly shuffling hippies of Cambridge for a while yet. But where there's hope, there's...hope.





Happy Friday, everyone. All three of you who may be checking here at all these days. Jeez.