Financial Risk Evaluation Fail

Things I know are stupid but did anyway: buying $10 snow boots. I know better than this! Even Terry Pratchett has warned me against it! (See: Vimes boots theory of wealth, I forget which book.) Yet I did it anyway. The $10 boots contained a hidden fee of $20 in taxi fare when they ceased to perform their core function of keeping snow off my friggin' feet today, and I needed to get home before frostbite set in.

(Coincidentally, one of the goals of today's expedition was my health insurance card. Would've been bad to be hospitalized before I got that.)

Afterwards, I went back to the shoe store and bought some big galoshes. Apparently, when designing galoshes, there is a sort of cosmic balance to which one must adhere, preventing attractive galoshes from getting too much traction in the slush, and vice-versa. Cuteness and Traction are opposing forces in the universe, like good and evil, and the vampires and the lichens in Underworld.

The ones I really liked had kind of crappy soles, is what I'm saying here. Sorry, I need to go get some food pretty soon.

The ones I ended up getting are moderately attractive and have moderately good traction. Apparently they're by some Gothic and Lolita design house:



Edit: Having posted that, I now see that the boots match my blog. The social event at which this would render me stylish has, regrettably, yet to be invented.

On liver.

(Originally published at SarahPin.com. You can comment here or there.)

I don’t really eat it in the US. But somehow, on this side of the Atlantic, its frequent presence on a stick mysteriously makes it desirable.

Adventures In Conspicuous Consumption In Japan

Photos of stores in Tokyo! And one in Shibata.

(Actually, I think the only one of these places at which I spent any money was the shinkansen...)



Akihabara loves slimes.

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