SRT #20

The Devil's Latest Endeavor

Crocs are perhaps the ugliest footwear to ever arise in the world of man. What asshole decided these things were attractive? Is it really necessary to wear horrible plastic abominations on your feet for the sake of comfort? I own approximately 50 pairs of comfortable shoes and none of them are ugly. In fact, none of them look like their materials were outsourced by PlaySkool. It is quite possible to be comfortable in good shoes, so don't try to tell me that this is the only thing that works.

On another note, these demons are supposed to be anti-bacterial. Now, I'm all for that, but want to know another way to avoid the bacteria? Keep your fucking feet clean! Wear the right socks with the right shoes! You don't need to wear antibiotics on your body. What the goddamnedshit?!

The worst offence, in my mind, is when these are worn in the workplace. I'm not going to tell you what to wear in the privacy of your home, but don't hurt my eyes with these demons.* When was it appropriate for hideous things to be worn in the office? This is actually the reason I've decided to speak out against these eyesores. I saw approximately 5 thousand pairs of these things today. Now, I work in DC, in the area famed for housing the largest and most powerful lobbyists. There are important/powerful people all over the place. Why would anyone in their right mind wear crocs here? Why!?

In the words of the immortal Tim Gunn:

I hate crocs. May they please go away.

Amen.

* I'm a visual learner.

We Would Have Gotten Along

Johannes Brahms

24 Hours Later: SRT #19

I’ve had a strange urge to kill lately. Not in the psychopathic deranged killer way, but in the I need to defend the future of my species way. So I installed Halo: Combat Evolved on my PC last night. Yes, I know it’s an old game, but I enjoyed playing it for countless hours when it came out on the Xbox years ago. Thankfully, killing the Covenant satisfied my violent urges. There’s nothing quite as satisfying as sneaking up behind an Elite and bashing its (his?) skull in with a pistol. It makes my (cold, shriveled, blackened husk of a) heart smile.

On the downside, I really suck at this game now. I’m not saying that I was ever super good at the game, but I was decent. I could hold my own against the boys and was quite adept with the shotgun/assault rifle combination. I blame having to use an Xbox 360 controller now. Even when the smaller controllers came out for the Xbox, I always preferred using the original giant controller. On the new controller, the spacing is different, and there are no black and white buttons. Also, I spent a good 20 minutes of the game just testing out different settings for the buttons trying to remember which button did what on the Xbox.

Hopefully, I’ll get decent/good at this game again. At least until I’m struck with a new urge, such as the desire to rollerblade and vandalize public property.

He Speaks the Truth

So I'm back in a recently resurrected chat room to pass the time at work. I know the people in the room in real life, as we're all somehow connected to an org from my Drexel days. So I jump in on a recap of a recent party where someone says:

its not a drexel party until someone wakes up in a hospital

So true.

Campus is Tiny, Unsightly, or Both

Drexel's campus is on Post Secret this week. I'm not quite getting the secret though. It is someone talking to himself? Is he confident about his own future? Is he actually speaking to Drexel? (But who would be confident in Drexel's future? I'm waiting for the day that UPenn swallows it up and I can say I went to an Ivy League School.) Very curious.