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I HAVE ACQUIRED SHOES.

I failed in a number of attempts I made today, but I have shoes. Nice shoes for work! Or, well, nice-looking black Converse for work, I'm going to work Tenth Doctor style. Anyway I now own six pairs of shoes, which is more than I've owned at one time in my entire life, I think. I'm not really a shoe person.

Every time I go downtown, though, someone says something questionable about my sexuality. This time I was in the Disney store looking at superhero action figures (shut up, action figures are cool) and a clerk in a headset walked up to me and said, "Hi! Are you a superhero fan? Do you have a superhero at home? Or maybe you just like strong men!" and I was like PLEASE WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO ME, WHY WOULD YOU THINK I HAVE A SUPERHERO AT HOME, THEY ARE NOT REAL.

So congratulations, Disney Store, your creeptastic store manager drove me hurriedly from the store with her remarks about superheroes. I went to the comic book store today and nobody there asked me if I had a superhero at home, though I did have a lovely conversation with the counter guy about X-Club, which is the fucking funniest comic book I think I've ever read. ("Oh! This has Dr. Nemesis, right?" "Yeah! He's hilarious." "I've never seen such a likeable character who hates everything. All I do is seethe in silence! I want hugs!" "I KNOW RIGHT.")

Maybe it's just Block 37. I was in the train station there the last time this happened, and they also house the Bakery Which Must Not Be Named.

Comments

[switchbladesis.livejournal.com]

I'm still weirded out that there are things on Block 37. Maybe it's the decades as an empty lot vibes that make it weird. Or the ghosts of old youth art programs.

[copperbadge.livejournal.com]

Me too, tbh. I remember visiting Chicago in 2002 and it was a dirt pit then....