Normally I’m not too excited about new shoes, however… this week I ordered a brand new pair of climbing shoes.
This is especially awesome because my current shoes have holes in them and a terrible layer of rubber on the bottom. I suspect that these new shoes will help propel me to new levels on the walls of fake rock.
I still plan on keeping my other pair as a spare for friends who randomly want to climb our home wall, or join us at the gym. “A Spare Pair to Share” if you will.
In other news that you probably care about more, someone should buy this 5 lb blob of silly putty.
28 thoughts on “New SHOES!”
I’ll trade you a spare pair to share for a care bear stare.
I can’t spare a square.
I don’t have a square to spare.
I would rather never borrow your shoes Mike D. I have climbed in the past and I fell and scraped my elbow when I 13. Never again.
But talked about expensive, for a 5lb blob of putty! jeez
I was a Care Bear Cousin for halloween a couple years ago. there was a mighty battle between Happy Heart Moose and his arch nemesis, Dr. Crayola.
What should I go dressed up as Halloween this year?
Wonder woman? I think you would make a fabulous interpretation…
Actually, the 5lb blob of silly putty is quite reasonably priced.
Each egg contains .47oz, and costs ~$2.00/egg (for the original) You would need 170 eggs to get 5lbs, and it would cost $340 if you bought them from the Crayola store.
Egg price/pound = $68
Blob price/pound = $15.40
nicely done Becky!
Thanks for actually being the one who does the math, despite the fact that we were all surely thinking about it.
Good initiative! And math skills to boot.
Hey Mikey, this Becky sounds like a real catch, what are we talkin about in the looks department? I won’t TOUCH any chicks under 300 pounds.
Speaking of which, Kurt WOULD look great as Wonder Woman; don’t forget the gold tiara!
If you made a ball out of that 5lb. hunka chunka putty, and dropped it 50 ft., say off a building, would it
A) Bounce forever
B) Flatten out when it hits, not bouncing at all
C) Make the world’s loudest farting noise
This is the kind of stuff that keeps me up at night…
Becky is definitely a real catch. though she would likely find your once a week showering habit mildly repulsive. She’s not one who likes the smell of strange yeasty bread.
Thanks Mike! And actually Sander, I’m stuck in the south too. But in Florida. (Which leaves me little excuse to use the seat heaters in the Volvo)
And I got my fill of strange yeasty bread while at Subway.
Actually, I’ve been showering every day down here, and I will shower when needed, if I smell at all it’s soap the the rescue. Plus it’s not like the test area is winning any personal grooming awards.
Becky, at least your seat heaters work. Probably your AC and cruise control, too.
The only way my car’s making it to Florida is by airlift.
Strange yeasty bread?
Also, you can’t judge my personal hygiene by the weekends…if I had my way, I wouldn’t even wear pants.
MILDLY repulsive? Sounds like I got a chance!
Seriously, REALLY bored down here. Such is the job…
i say between A and B. it’ll bounce. it’ll deform. and then it’ll flirt with becky.
(i would flirt with becky, too, but there’s that “opposite-corner states, anti-flirting rule” that prevents anyone from washington and florida to flirt. likewise, californians and maine-iacs would be forbidden, as well.)
((doesn’t one of you hail from maine? what do you call someone from maine?))
Is Becky the Becky I know? Not sure how this has gotten by me so long. If so, she’s a definate catch.
And on the silly putty issue, I wonder if it would actually shatter. I bet it might. OK, lets test this.
And is anyone else excited about Friday’s contest? Seriously, makes work almost worth going to. Almost.
Q: doesnâ€™t one of you hail from maine? what do you call someone from maine?
A: Sander hails from maine. You call people from Maine “Rednecks,” hence the slogan “Maine: It’s Like Alabama, only Colder” or “Maine: Now with two family trees!” and sometimes “Maine: It Moved, So We Shot It”
Actually, they’re Mainers (right Sander?) and their from Down East. Freaking Maine.
Women love a man with answers to their questions.
True dat, Shaun.
Mainers is what I’ve always said.
I’m a transplant to this new-englandy area, and have similar questions about names for residents of other states. North Dakota has North Dakotans, but what does Connecticut have? Connecticutians? Does New Hampshire have New Hampshirites? Vermontoneans (or is it Vermonteers?) Massachusettsians? Or just Massholes? Help a brother out.
I usually just call people from Connecticut “rich snobs”
Except of course for MikeD. No affluent/rich person would ever consume as many beans as he does. Trust me, I’ve seen his cubboard and have partaken in his ‘eat-till-it-hurts’ philosophy.
Hey! Remember the second to last day that we were in London (presentation day) and we had that ridiculously awesome catered lunch that we ate for lunch, supper, and random snacks throughout the day/night? Oh man…
This is a tough question….
Vermont – Vermonters
Connecticut – there’s no easy way, i’ve heard Nutmeger (it’s the nutmeg state) when i lived there
New Hapshire – No one cares enough.
Mass – Bay Stater, I’ve heard more than once, but if you live inside the 495 belt you almost universally call yourself a Bostonian. E
I saw a marquis sign at a BBQ place up here that said:
“EAT MORE BEANS. AMERICA NEEDS THE GAS.”
Yes, it’s Mainer. Though I hear “mainerd” a lot, which kinda implies that we’re all slightly within reach of Down’s syndrome, just the way it sounds.
Hey Becky, when are you gettin back up North? We can take you rock climbing. Wear a skirt.
Shatter? I never even considered that. Crazy!
Maine is nothing like Alabama, dude.
Except for all the NASCAR bumper stickers, big trucks, missing teeth, and high number of people who think a “tune-up” on their truck means polishing the gun rack.
Back to work.
I hit on everybody, and rarely mean it.
Fun fact: Last time I saw Ben’s girlfriend, I wasn’t wearing a shirt, and hit on her. Ben was standing next to her. He had this look that I get on test questions that I don’t know the answer to.
Hell I wasn’t even answering my own door.
I’ve never “hailed” from anywhere. But if I were to, it’d be Maine. That place RULES!
That was actually the look that you give a (no offense) challenged person when they are bagging groceries and they smash your lettuce. It’s annoying, incompetent, and a little sad, but at least they’re giving it their best shot!
Man, great burn.
Welcome to the world of adult onset Down’s Syndrome.
Why would you assume that I don’t already have that? I acutally have the color changing version of it in a tupperware containier on my desk at work.