From the Twitterverse

I don't know @blondediva11 in real life, but I follow her (I'm assuming her) on Twitter because she's very entertaining. For instance, she uses a cheeky picture of Marilyn Monroe (at least I think it's Marilyn though it's hard to tell in that little box) as her icon.

Then today she posted this:

"Stupid fashion gurus. I already know "What Not to Wear." They're called pants, people. Get with the program."

Yesterday, all my troubles were in my pants!!!!

While I write about the evil that is pants here, generally this blog is meant to throw a humorous light on the hegemony of pants, particularly in the workplace.

Yesterday, though, my pants couldn't have been more irritating if they'd be made from porcupine quills. I couldn't wait to be home and be rid of them.

Sometimes all a man wants is to lay on the couch in his underwear, watch TV, and eat Cheetos.

I didn't watch TV. I didn't eat Cheetos. But I did crash on the couch in my boxer briefs and let the AC wash over me.

Our cats looked on in terror.

With apologies to the Beatles

Yesterday, my wife came home (Hooray!). She travels a lot around the state for her job.

Anyway, she was driving along the highway when she saw something she said would have made me very happy.

A discarded pair of pants just left on (and in) the road.

I envision jeans or blue work pants. I like the contrast of the blue against the gray of the pavement.

Anyway, the fun part of this story is imagining how they got there. With the recent flooding, unfortunately, there are a number of possibilities, some quite sad.

However, I choose to think of someone casting them aside as they sped down the road in a convertible, with the top-down and wind flowing through their hair and whipping the pants legs around. A beautiful moment of audacious freedom from the hegemony of clothing!

Woohoo!

One of the problems with Singapore

Reason #5892 not to move to Singapore:

You can't be naked in your own house:

http://www.omg-facts.com/view/Facts/2837

From our future ruler

There's a guy on Twitter who calls himself @CobraCommander, after the old 80's cartoon.

He posted this the other night to my great amusement:

Drunk. Hooded. Listening to ELO. No pants. Typical Friday evening.