Sock Muppets

Today Rizzo and I had a quick photo shoot. I kicked him, and he loved it. Please disregard the boxers lying on the floor, I haven't really unpacked from Thanksgiving yet.

These socks were a game-time decision that I feel pretty good about. When Ansley arrived at 10:00 to take us to breakfast I was still in bed and still a little drunk. Luckily these brown argyles were right on top of the sock drawer. Sophisticated and stylish, just like me.

RE: who I want to sock today. I'm conflicted, but I've narrowed it down to two possibilities: either people who like going to The Cardinal, or myself for going with them. I hate that place. I expect Rosemblat will have something to say about this.



UPDATE:
Yes, this happened last night.

Winter Sweaters

Last week Sweater Thursday featured a beard, this week we are treated to a mustache. Specifically The Omega. In addition, it's snowed a lot here. Standford and I went "sledding" on the icy hill behind our apartment on Monday. Today I made a snow angel.



















I like how big my head hole is here.

Sock it to Me

Today's Saturday Socks is brought to you by American Consumers everywhere. Last Friday Darcy and I went shopping. The goal was to hit the hip, trendy, too-cool-for-school establishments sprouting up in the 6th Borough. As such we spent the day wandering around Northern Liberties, NoGo, Queens Village, and Rittenhouse Square. At the end of it, all I had was two pairs of socks. This is one of them. And I don't even know what animal that is on them. Do you?

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Today I would like to sock Andy Hanson, as played by Philip Seymour Hoffman, in Before the Devil Knows You're Dead. Tommy and I went to see this tonight. We almost died several times because of the snow/sleet action going down in Madison right now, but it was worth it. And as a bonus we got to see Marisa Tomei's boobs, which I highly recommend. More to the point, Andy/Hoffman is a douche. He ruins his life, then ruins his family's, and then to top it off he ruins some peoples' lives who he doesn't even know. Oh, and you have see him doing the nasty with Marisa. Which I do not recommend.

Colors of Argyle

This is a sweater I got on sale from JCrew last year. I think it is jauntily colourful. I tend to forget about it for some reason when thinking about what sweater to put on. That must make it feel neglected. I'm sorry sweater.

Also, you should appreciate the bearding going on here. This has been my most successful Beard Month ever. I correlate this with the 5 new chest hairs I have grown since last year. We will soon be entering mustache week though. Beware.

Sweatering in Phila., by a baby pig

I brought this sweater with me to Philadelphia anticipating cool weather, if not necessarily cold weather, on Thanksgiving. I anticipated incorrectly. Today's high was in the 70's I believe. That was good because it takes longer to cook a pig (c.f Darcy and the basting brush) in cold weather, but bad because it means I can't wear this sweater for long periods of time. And a pastel argyle of this quality deserves more face time than I can give it today. Darcy and I also have a special Thanksgiving Sweater Thursday surprise.

[Update:]
The Entire Barnebey Family+ clan celebrating Sweater Thursday.

A word to the wise: I can see over your seat on a plane. That means that when you get a picture message of your significant other's boobage after landing in Philadelphia, you should be a little more discrete about viewing it. Unless you wanted me to see it of course. Which is actually much worse.

Mustache Rides

One thing that has become clear after last weekend: wearing a mustache makes everything more fun. Rumor is that the Jensens are jealous that we beat them to the punch with the 'Stache Bash. I say there're enough mustaches to go around (I found 7 of them strewn about my apartment Sunday morning), so we should all be wearing them on a regular basis.