Two thoughts, not at all related.
1) Norm MacDonald’s surprise set last night at See You Next Tuesday - he was either fucked up on age or some other controlled substance. And he told creepy jokes about vanishing women and digging deep graves. Still, it was Norm MacDonald. Fo free!
2) You know those gladiator sandals that everyone has themselves in a tizzy over this summer? I’m a slightly confused by this trend’s recent surge - I don’t consider myself a “fashionista” (if that’s what the kids are calling them these days) by any stretch, but I had a gold pair two summers ago from Urban (on clearance for $10) that were great in theory, but were very slippery, and an incident involving me busting ass in old apartment’s laundry room in front of really hot guy that same summer lead to them being worn rarely and cautiously. They were in my trunk in a bag to go to goodwill back in March when I totalled it, and I never bothered to go to the salvage yard to retrieve my would-be donations. Is it petty that I’m now wishing I’d saved them from the wreckage? Really, I’d only be busting ass in more exotic locales, at work, or walking down the street. Time to get rid of the rose-colored glasses, too.