shoes and pie

I spent a chunk of the evening being interviewed by another blogger (link to come when it goes live), instead of thinking of something clever (or not) to write. Instead, I shall now cop out and cut-and-paste a conversation I had with a friend who lives in Northern California, and is surrounded by fires:
Nick: … [...]

Oooh, isn’t it exciting? No? Well, I’m excited. And away we go:

Giraffe print ballet flats. Now, whenever I hang out with giraffes, I’m that much harder to spot.

White winkle pickers with a kitten heel. I haven’t worn these yet, but what a hoot! Thrift store find.

Snakeprint slingbacks. Also found at a thrift store.

Raspberry T-strap peep [...]

George Carlin died on Sunday, of a heart attack. I hope the ’net is soon flooded with waves of: Shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker, and tits.
Mr. Carlin, you did good. You showed us our foolish, mortal selves. You taught us to laugh at ourselves, and maybe to look a bit deeper. I’ll miss you.
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