2. 10.
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Lefty O’Leftsock is pitted face-to-face today with Righto McStripey in what is sure to be a clash of the footwear titans!
Often maligned for his stoic, stodgy and plain countenance, Mr. O’Leftsock is out to prove that he is up to the challenge that lay before him.
His opponent in this historical match-up, Ms McStripey must overcome the nearly inescapable ridicule she’s endured in the past to show that she is tough, tenacious, and able to tackle tough situations as they arise.
Each knows that one moment of weakness spells certain death; one toe popping through wins a one-way trip to the back of the sock drawer, or worse, exile to The Land of the Dust Rags.
There can be only one victor; the game is afoot!
30. 09.
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Joyeux 400ème anniversaire à Québec!
2008 marks the 400th birthday of Québec, née Québecq or Kébec. To celebrate their quadricentennial, apparently, some enterprising and patriotic Quebecois(e) decided to… knit some socks. By hand. Using super-scratchy wool!
Linnea’s mom (the infamous, indescribable, indefatigable, indomitable BEEJ) brought these back for me when she vacationed in Québec, where she found herself chillaxin’ with Scott Weiland and offering wardrobe selection advice to Scott and his buddy. NOTE: These escapades do not seem to happen when Linnea and I are with Beej, though we did have a brush with Glen Hansard about a week or so ago.
Regardless, and despite my digression, Beej brought these socks to me because they’re absolutely perfect. They’re bright, they’re short-cuffed, they’re warm, and the text on the packaging was tout en français, which is how I discovered that Québec is, in fact, older than John McCain. Indeed, that’s quite an impressive achievement!
29. 09.
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Ooooh sparkly!
These socks look like standard white socks with some little pink stars thrown on for… I don’t know, panache. However, upon closer inspection, you’ll find little Hershey’s Kisses in glittery silver twinkling from among the socky stars!
I’m not going to pretend to understand the correlation between pink stars and oh-so-glittery Hershey’s Kisses… much less on feet but I do, in fact, like shiny objects. Socks are no exception.
26. 09.
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It is just a miserable, moist, murky, maudlin day out there, weather-wise. Ginormous, hulking clouds have invaded from above and the sky has opened up wide, dousing us with seemingly endless amounts of fat raindrops.
It would seem that we have no option but to surrender ourselves to the nastiness; to succumb to the nefarious nor’easter and huddle up on the couch with a steaming cup of rich tomato soup and a melty, gooey, crusty grilled cheese sandwich while catching up on Project Runway, Dancing with the Stars, or whatever other unholy abomination we’d refuse to admit to watching at any other time.
To the rescue: Perky Pastel Petal Power! These socks are so cheerful that they insist (INSIST!) that anyone catching a glimpse of them instantly be cheered. They defy the elements, insisting (INSISTING!!) that it’s still bright and sunny outdoors despite any and all contradictory evidence.
They’re warm and snuggly and will look oh-so-cute on my feet while I’m huddling on the couch catching up on potentially shameful TV and casting baleful glances toward the New England weather system.
25. 09.
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This pair reminds me of those cinnamon sticks you can buy probably only at a few candy stores and Cracker Barrel. I’m not talking about peppermint candy cane sticks; I am thinking of the sweet, cinnamon sticks you’d suck into a pinpoint dagger and invariably thrust into the roof of your mouth, the webbing beneath your tongue, or the valley between your cheek and your gums. Those cinnamon sticks. Ahh… good times!
I’d be happy enough with these cinnamony socks (despite my mother telling me many, many years ago that red and pink don’t go together), but then… lo! Cotton Candy accents on the instep! Hooray!
I’ll stop short of referring to my socks as “yummy”. I mean… that would be just weird. 
25. 09.
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- The average IQ score is 100. This is a constant, as IQ tests are adjusted to ensure that 100 remains the average despite generational increases in overall measureable intelligence.
- Even *if* IQ were infallible or even solidly reliable as the primary indicator of intelligence, nothing has been officially published indicating that President Bush’s IQ is 125. (Interesting to note, though, that based on SAT scores, Charles Murray [The Bell Curve] concurs with other resources indicating that Bush’s IQ would, in fact, be around 125 which is well above-average.)
- While Obama’s IQ hasn’t been published, it can be reasonably estimated to be around 140 based on the following:
- The average LSAT score for all Harvard students is 171, which is a percentile rank of 98.8 among LSAT scores overall.
- Candidates for membership in Mensa must achieve a score at or above the 98th percentile on a standard test of intelligence.
- In lieu of standard intelligence tests, LSAT scores have been accepted by MENSA as a means of qualifying for membership; successful applicants must score above the 95th percentile rank. (As a Harvard student with merely an average LSAT score, Obama would be well above that benchmark).
- If you’re going to try to attract visitors to your lame-ass website based on political stirrings, especially in a cutthroat election year, wouldn’t it behoove you to actually make a comparison between the two candidates running against each other as opposed to pairing the lamest of lame-duck presidents and a universally-acknowledged eloquent, charismatic orator seeking to replace him?
So. If I wanted to be catty, I could go on and on about libelous defamation, and how pissed I’d be if I were Barack Obama being compared to that drooling simian as an intellectual equal. That’s… kind of beside the point, though.
Sure, this is in league with the flashing, dancing mortgage display ads on every website everywhere and, as I’m sure is disclaimed somewhere, “is intended for entertainment purposes only”. But what irritates me so much about this is that it feeds the raging fire of American Idiocy. The same people who are going to be attracted to these reprehensible banner ads would be as likely to respond to ads pitting Britney vs. Christina, Kelly vs. Justin, Angelina Jolie vs. Jennifer Aniston, and any other pop-culture sensationalistic “arch enemies” tracing way back to (before) “Less Filling!” vs. “Tastes Great!”.
It’s irresponsible, irrelevant, inaccurate, irritating, and ignorant.
24. 09.
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Yes, I’m aware that the CNN disclaimer reads “This is not a scientific poll” in super-duper faint font, but… This seems to be a pretty large discrepancy for results being displayed less than a minute apart. I’m sincerely curious about what could have caused such a ginormous difference.
24. 09.
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As I mentioned before, sometimes I like to pair socks using different criteria than the usual method. Most socks identified as a pair are identical to each other, or at the most ‘daring’, they’re mirror images of each other (e.g. a logo on the outside of each ankle).
These two socks were each part of a set of identical twin socks. Their twins, tragically, have met their respective demises and in the wake of those tragedies, Purple Argyle and Pink Argyle have turned to each other to fill the voids left by their departed twins.
I actually am happier with the re-pairing than I was with the original pairs. This was one of the first sets of lonely-sock rematches I wore. Since the first rematching of these two socks, I’ve done similar rematching with other singled pairs; matching based on color complement, pattern pairing, and other matching methods. These two brave socks, however, were The Pioneer Pair.
23. 09.
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Among the most comfy socks I own are these lovely charcoal-gray argyle socks. They’re luxuriously warm without being too stuffy, and are sedate enough to wear with outfits that just don’t really work with orange-and-purple-polka-dotted sock choices.
DISCLAIMER: Why, uh… no. Those aren’t Crocs mary-janes. Umm… Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain, ok? Please?
19. 09.
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Admit it. You wish you could work here!
