It's not just me... (or: Pants That Fit)
Well, I got feedback from some "real-life" friends of mine about my comments about MySpace, about the slow reply scripts and such, and apparently, it's a prevalent problem. Well, some of the problems are prevalent, at least. So it wasn't just me that tends to avoid replying or commenting because the thing runs like molasses flowing uphill.

Want to know what's going on in my thrill-a-minute life? I bought new pants today. Kinda had to, as the zipper on my last pair of work jeans broke when I was changing out of them yesterday. Of course, the cuffs were pretty much gone (except for the front part that rests comfortably atop my shoes whilst I walk off any extra length from the back) and there was a hole in one of the pockets, but they were good jeans. I'm the kind of person that gets everything they can out of an item of clothing; I usually wear clothes until they literally disintegrate before my eyes. Shoes, especially. All I expect from shoes is that they somehow keep the bottom of my foot from touching the ground (perhaps by putting a quarter-inch rubber pad underneath it), and that they adhere, via some means (mundane or otherwise), to my foot. Now, if that means that I have to duct tape the soles back on my tennis shoes, then I do that. I don't care what they look like, they're my feet. And I'm a guy. I'm not supposed to have pretty feet.

Personally, feet are not something that I think can ever be particularly pretty anyway, so either way, I don't care.

So, anyway, I go into K-Mart. Now, usually, I go to the thrift store, but unfortunately, people my size apparently also wear their clothing until it wears out, because there is consistently NOTHING in my size. Whenever I find my waist size, it's either for someone eight full inches shorter than I am or, like, ten inches taller. I need a thirty-inch leg, and all they have are twenty-twos or forties. Seriously. They have my length in waist sizes six inches too small, as well. But nothing that truly fits (thus the fact that I'm often walking off the extra length from my jeans).

Anyway, in K-Mart, I can usually find pants that fit. They're about four times more expensive than the ones I get at the thrift store and last about as long, but they fit, dammit. The problem is that every brand fits slightly differently, and every measurement is roughly the same from brand to brand, but not exactly. So a forty-two-inch waist sometimes fits perfectly, other times, it'll be forty or forty-four. I usually like a very loose fit in the legs, so I usually go a size up anyway and get the forty-four. Which is what I did today--I found out that "carpenter-style" jeans inexplicably have a more relaxed fit than the so-called "relaxed fit" jeans. The extra pockets are great anyway (though I've never made use of a hammer loop in my life), but the carpenter-style jeans are also twice as expensive. Are people who are carpenters by trade twice as rich as those people who have other careers?

That's all for now. Next time, perhaps I'll relate one of my previously unrelated adventures, wherein Lurch and I (and the band we're in) took part in the Denver St. Patrick's Day Parade and it took us an hour to find each other amidst the oppressive throng of humanity and parade floats that was the massing area.

Have a nice day!
The Insane Space Hunter