tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post1147498666148763258..comments2024-03-18T04:40:38.214-05:00Comments on Murderous Musings: Fit to be TiedChester Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07155257451021065218noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post-83096745240451248432010-11-17T21:46:14.562-06:002010-11-17T21:46:14.562-06:00You are so right, Jonathan. Double-tying is a big ...You are so right, Jonathan. Double-tying is a big help. Also, the extra holes and/or hooks at the top are good for using up lengths of string.Jaden Terrellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11113218513166921429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post-41128770390722820492010-11-13T18:13:33.340-06:002010-11-13T18:13:33.340-06:00In Springfield, Oregon, across the river from wher...In Springfield, Oregon, across the river from where I live, a robber in baggy pants held up a store (or it might have been a bank). As he ran away, his pants fell down and he tripped. He got up and fled, and was found by the cops hiding in his underwear in the bushes.<br /><br />Oh well, at least he was wearing underwear...Carola Dunnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16796872169346386593noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post-26090137002166951732010-11-13T17:37:19.727-06:002010-11-13T17:37:19.727-06:00Jonathan, as usual, your observations are profound...Jonathan, as usual, your observations are profound -- and hilarious.Earl Staggshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13349667172813175960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post-8212295248240712762010-11-12T14:13:42.685-06:002010-11-12T14:13:42.685-06:00Well, Helen, I'm afraid I can't answer tha...Well, Helen, I'm afraid I can't answer that question.<br /><br />I came close to looking at my own butt once, but I was just beside myself.Jonathan E. Quisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13334719433572303381noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post-2809079292047386482010-11-12T13:13:18.291-06:002010-11-12T13:13:18.291-06:00The real question is...does your butt look firmer ...The real question is...does your butt look firmer yet? Shape Ups are supposed to do that.<br /><br />Jonathan, my son wears a size 17. He's 6'10", though. Try finding shoes to fit those boats.Helen Gingerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09794759602654727110noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post-40754406029741381072010-11-12T11:22:50.213-06:002010-11-12T11:22:50.213-06:00Great start Jonathan, but I'm not going to get...Great start Jonathan, but I'm not going to get drawn into personal confessions about shoes ... Oh, OK then, just the one. In a moment of what must have been total lunacy, I paid £150 for things calling themselves MBT (or MTB or something) because they had TECHNOLOGY. That's way way over three times as much as I've ever paid before. They're comfortable etc. but the price tag still hurts.Bill Kirtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07675643113010061969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post-30808728518306950152010-11-12T08:06:25.109-06:002010-11-12T08:06:25.109-06:00Ben - I think "Gunboat" is probably a be...Ben - I think "Gunboat" is probably a better nickname than "Love Boat".<br /><br />Jenny - I'm glad you have a certain husband - uncertainty can put a strain on a relationship. Thanks for stopping by!Jonathan E. Quisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13334719433572303381noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post-74635964664572057602010-11-11T21:29:17.340-06:002010-11-11T21:29:17.340-06:00Jonathon, my nickname used to be "Gunboat.&qu...Jonathon, my nickname used to be "Gunboat."Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01368973223808495975noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post-49850432955138161482010-11-11T17:24:25.292-06:002010-11-11T17:24:25.292-06:00I have a certain husband who would agree with you ...I have a certain husband who would agree with you on all this, Jonathan! Good luck with the publishing pursuit--I suspect I can relate more on that level than in terms of the shoes ;) And congrats on joining the great folks on MM...Jenny Milchmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04410805792044518458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post-21136692578226201452010-11-11T15:41:46.012-06:002010-11-11T15:41:46.012-06:00Ben, I used to work with a fellow who wore 17AAA. ...Ben, I used to work with a fellow who wore 17AAA. He was more or less average height, and maybe 170 pounds. We called him Tut behind his back, because he could walk like an Egyptian...<br /><br />I place the shoelace thing in the same category as the hot dogs per package vs. hot dog buns per package problem.<br /><br />Yes, Jean, I'm enjoying the Skechers. I simply don't buy name-brand shoes (and when the New Balances I got, see the second photo, had overly-long laces that confirmed my position). But my wife had a no-name pair of shoes like the Shape-Ups, and convinced me to try them. The heels are rounded, and the soles squishy. They're supposed to simulate walking in wet sand. (They're also supposed to shed the pounds, straighten my back, and freshen my breath, if I remember the product information correctly.) All I know is they're comfortable.Jonathan E. Quisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13334719433572303381noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post-66250246610444714092010-11-11T14:33:22.665-06:002010-11-11T14:33:22.665-06:00Laughing my fanny off. Good one, Jonathon! I have ...Laughing my fanny off. Good one, Jonathon! I have a terrible time buying shoes, because mine are size 16 and narrow to boot. Speaking of boots, I have no arches, so need inserts. And of course, some inserts sit inside the boots I must wear differently in various pair. So I have to continually experiment, because I can't feel my feet (peripheral neuropathy) because of Carpal Tarsal Syndrome. I stumble a lot because I have no idea where my feet are, but I can ride a bike like a devil, as long as I periodically glance down to see where my pods are. Argh. And I always seem to buy laces too long, so I end up scissoring them, which makes eyelet-sticking a bitch. Then, I pull the match-trick, which leaves the ends ugly but functional...just like me. :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01368973223808495975noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post-55059220613124557872010-11-11T14:00:39.421-06:002010-11-11T14:00:39.421-06:00Welcome to Murderous Musings, Johnathon. I love yo...Welcome to Murderous Musings, Johnathon. I love your shoe lace commentary and couldn't agree with you more. I love Sketchers, especially the ones with stretch tops that don't require shoe laces. I tie the ones that do in a double knot like I did for my kids when they were small. Hey, whatever works. :)Jean Henry Meadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08146960738692672013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post-70204149268683570102010-11-11T13:00:05.472-06:002010-11-11T13:00:05.472-06:00They also come in handy if you're trapped in a...They also come in handy if you're trapped in a Viet Kong POW camp, and you need to tie up your guards. Just ask them to sit back to back, and tie their thumbs together.<br /><br />Hey, that's what they did in the first treatment of <i>The Deer Hunter</i>. The Russian Roulette that made it to the shooting script was due to diligent lobbying by the special effects coordinator.<br /><br />Or so I've heard...Jonathan E. Quisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13334719433572303381noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post-23403642336305738222010-11-11T12:35:00.239-06:002010-11-11T12:35:00.239-06:00I laughed at this one:) I have a couple pairs of ...I laughed at this one:) I have a couple pairs of shoes with laces too long and it drives me nuts. Then again, should I ever need to escape from a hotel window on the seventh floor, they may come in handy.Mark W. Danielsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05127689413680147200noreply@blogger.com