I was reminded of the fashion high point the other day, when Heather blogged about going to an 80s-themed party. The host of the party provided a number of pictures from the event (most consisting of gratuitous shots of cleavage), one of which was of Heather and her friend.
Now, you wouldn't guess this about me, since I'm pretty thickheaded, but I appreciate subtlety. Where every other guest was wearing thin ties and Lennon sunglasses and on, Heather won the prize (if there was one) with the simple touch of rolling her jeans. That is brilliant.
At this point, I am inclined to encourage you to take pictures of yourself with rolled jeans and send me links, in the spirit of when Crystal had people show Blue Steel and their butts and their middle fingers. Then I would post them all on, say, Friday. But Crystal is a girl and she's pretty -- people are more willing to take pictures of themselves for her amusement. Sending me pictures has an uncomfortable MySpace feel to it, I would think. So, we'll see what happens.
"Sometimes it just gets away from you," Springer said after the game.
Yeah. Right. Five times.
Springer was (rightly) ejected from the game after he nailed Bonds in the back, but it's telling that he left the field to a standing ovation.
Keen observers will note that we're not really twisting our undies over "protecting our border" with Canada. A group of friends and I will be going fishing on the U.S.- Canada border in late June. I hereby pledge to donate $1 to charity for every Border Patrol agent or National Guardsman that I see up there.