December 2005 Archives
Our recent question comes from Michael over at Pretentious .
Why are socks black? Does it depend on the color of ones soul?
Michael,
Recent studies have shown that there is a direct correlation with one’s soul and the color of their socks. For instance I was known to constantly wear white tube socks for any occasion be it black tie events or even swimming (I love the sloshing sound of wet socks). Note: wearing your sneakers after swimming with tube socks and walking a few miles in the heat of August is a bad idea. But I digress. After many years my soul was slowly being crushed by the weight of the world and the socks I purchased were becoming darker and darker until they can no longer get any darker. So I can say: Yes to part two of your question.
As far as part one, I am unsure of what kind of socks you talking about. The black socks I purchase are black tube socks. The other type of black socks I know of are what I used to refer to as “party socks”. Reason being is that, were I grew up, men would only wear them to church or parties. It is a thin, nylon type of sock made of some poly-vinyl blend rendering the feet to be un-breathable creating the worst smell after a full day of wearing them in a leather shoe. As far as I’m concerned this is the worst of the black sock spectrum since these socks are usually worn by suits on a daily basis.
There you have it. Remember socks are your feet’s friend, don’t underestimate them.
Happy Holli-daze
I'm going to escalate this non-existant war on xmas...
who's with me?
New desk.
New Scene.
Window, Sun.
ROCK ON.
Ah 2005 the Year of the big general suck, year of the constant crap. How can a year suck as much as this one has, it’s all relative really. So to pass the time I came up with the 2005 drinking game. Play along if you want.
I’ve decided not to do a “best of 2005” because the only “best of” that I’ve been confronted with this year was the length of shit in the bowl after my movement. Another reason is because I hate “best of” list. So I would like to start the influx of “end of the Year” lists with this one:
Things I’ve hated in 2005. (not in any order)
