"The Pedestrian, 2003"

I watched a strange movie recently. The Pedestrian.
The description I saw before watching said something about a traffic light controller searching for love through looking at people's feet. Something like that. It sounded quirky.

So it turns out that the main character has a serious foot fetish. He goes to the mall and pretends to be a researcher so he can ask "survey" questions to women about their feet and shoes. I almost stopped watching at that point. No offense foot fetishists.

But I didn't stop watching and it got worse from there. Yes, be warned, there was a gratuitous 'masturbation to his shoe altar' scene. ***Breaking Great Blogspectations Programming Note*** It is at this moment that I suddenly thought to myself, holy freakin' crap, this is &^%$&*# about shoes again! This is ceasing to be a "oh ha ha, what a coincidence" thing and turning into a "how come shoes keep cropping up into everything i'm starting to really get scared oh but that's silly you're overreacting it's nothing but ohmigod why" thing. ARGH.

So where was I? Right, the shoe freak. OH HELL, I meant the guy in the movie. This is just creepy now. So I was going to continue on with describing the plot of the movie but I just don't even want to now. Stupid shoes. (Stomps off, muttering to self....)

Shoe-na-bomber

This is pretty random. I got to thinking about some things that I don't like. Silly things that can be annoying. I should probably have a Top 10 list or something, but all I have are 2 1/2 things. Yeah, that's right, 2 1/2.

1) I'm not cool enough (or lame enough, take your pick) to know what these shoes are called, but I've been seeing a plethora of them and I just don't see the attraction. Please see exhibit A (I found the picture on the internet, I apologize profusely if I have violated any copyright laws or anything like that).



Exhibit A


2) F-bombs. I don't know why, but this one just aggravates me. "He was peppering the conversation with F-bombs..." "This guy drops enough F-bombs..." Stop it. LAME.

1/2) That I have somehow managed YET AGAIN to talk about shoes. How?!? Whyyyyyyyyy?!?

Abandon Ship! Er..I Mean, Shoes

So something fairly insignificant happened the other day that I thought I might blog about. Thought about it a couple times since, and was about to start writing tonight, when I realized something.
You know that stereotype about women and shoes? I don't really know how to put it in one sentence form, but, in a nutshell, it might be "women are gaga over shoes". Well, I am not one of those women. Why do I bring this up? Because I realized that I recently did blog about shoes, and this blog I was beginning tonight also features shoes. Isn't that ironic? (Is it ironic? That irony can be a tricky thing, just ask Alanis Morissette - sorry, not sure if that's spelled right. Although, when people get on their high horse and point out that her song Ironic isn't actually about irony, hence what a fuck up she is - I thought, hey, maybe that's part of the shtick..'hey, I'll write a song about irony, but the instances I detail won't actually be examples of irony, that would be ironic!' Man, I've forgotten what irony is at this point. That was quite the digression.)

So anyway, the other day I was walking down the street approaching an intersection. Being the conscientious girl that I am, I stopped at the light and pressed the button to trigger the walk signal at the crosswalk. It was then that I noticed a pair of shoes. Abandoned it seemed. Not directly at the edge of the sidewalk (that would have been kind of cool, like someone just vanished right as they were about to cross the street, swept right up and out of their shoes - ok, I'm scaring myself now, ack) but a bit off to the side, near the post with the crossing signal on it. The heels of said shoes were pushed down, and I could see those Dr. Scholls insoles (just the few $ ones, nothing extravagant). The insoles looked pretty new. So as I said at the start, one would likely say this is pretty insignificant. But I found it kind of interesting. I found myself musing over the story behind the abandoned shoes as I waited to cross the street. Maybe that's what I should blog about. Or maybe that would make a cool story idea. Hmmm.

FUCK. I was considering adding a picture to this, you know, help with the mood of the piece, when I realized that the picture on my blog page is of shoes! Holy shit, what is with this shoe thing! Is it my biological destiny? I don't have that stereotypical gaga for shoes thing but it cannot be fully repressed so it expressed itself unconsciously? I do like running shoes. Getting new running shoes... well, not the getting, that sucks ass, but wearing new running shoes rocks.

Designer Shoe Drivel

I have a pair of Tommy Hilfiger sandals. I couldn't care less about the name, I just wanted brown sandals and these worked and weren't too expensive. Today, said shoes were upside down (I wasn't wearing them at the time) and I happened to notice that the tread consists of all these little raised TH's cleverly combined into a little logo. Alright, alright, I suppose I should have an image of this. Man, the things I do for you people.

So I have no point. You may have guessed that from the word "drivel" in the title. I just thought it was interesting that someone(s) paid that much attention to detail and had the bottom of the shoe designed that way.