In My Not So Humble Opinion

Archive for January, 2007

I don’t know why this initially struck me as odd. Weirder still is that I took the time to take a picture.

I wonder what happened to the owner of this shoe. It was a cold day; not a good one for going barefoot. There was snow on the ground outside.

How long would it take to discover the shoe was gone? Surely the height disparity from left to right would be noticeable right away.

Perhaps the owner changed her clothes, or at least shoes before heading out into the cold.

If you’re missing a size 7 black pump with a 2-2/2″ heel, I can tell you where you left it. It’s still there, one week after the first sighting. If it moves, I’ll let you know.

In case you missed it, we’ve been getting a LOT of snow lately. It’s piled up in big heaps everywhere. It has caused school closings, and businesses to lose big gobs of cash from people staying home to keep warm. It hasn’t, however, slowed things down at Denver’s Old Hole. Even when the furnace went out. We were there Friday, and the temp was a nice, crisp 47 degrees. Inside. People stayed bundled with coats, hats and gloves, and the beer kept flowing. At least we didn’t need to worry about the beer getting too warm.

I took a couple cellphone pics for evidence. They’re a little blurry. I was shivering just a bit.

The poster in the girl’s can kind of summed up the quality of the group that usually hangs there. I thought DUI laws might interfere with such a promotion, but what do I know?

Oh yeah, I figured you’d ask about the bananas. Let’s not go there.

Behind the Starbucks at 8th and Colorado in Denver are some dumpsters. Don’t know if they are for Starbucks, or one of the other businesses on the block. It might help to mention that they are within walking distance to the U of C Medical Center. I don’t know how to comment on the dumpsters themselves. Take a look for yourself.

I suffer from near-terminal cold feet. That’s why this Christmas gift is my favorite.

Big, purple feet make me feel like a muppet, though.

If I were going to be a muppet on purpose, I think I’d rather be Statler or Waldorf. You know, the cranky guys in the balcony.

I’m almost there, except I’m not a puppet or a guy, or quite that old. I’m not even in a balcony. The cranky I have down pat.