These are avocado socks. They are adorable in their green cuteness. These also could be understood to make it seem that I am somehow a fan of the weird squishy fruit. I am not. No fruit that on the right side of "turned" should have the kind of texture that can retain fingerprints. And don't … Continue reading Absolutely (Never) Avocado

With Shark Week a thing of the past now, I was left to my own devices today when it came to picking socks. I wore a blue checkered shirt most of the day, so I figured I'd try to get matchy with my socks. These weren't quite perfect, but close enough to make good on … Continue reading Sharkless Sunday

And as Shark Week comes to a close, I could think of nothing more fitting than a field of anchors. Well, I mean, other than a bunch of half-eaten skeletons, but that's kind of, I dunno, too much? This isn't a Netflix show, if you know what I mean. Anchors, though, those are safe! And … Continue reading Anchors Awaiting…Something Not Nautical

And finally we come to something that can't and won't cowed by anything with a 20,000 year old pedigree and three rows of displacing teeth. Hello, Shark Week, meet Rubber Ducky. Have a great weekend everyone . Get there and do something fun, and try no to set the place on fire.

Saillllling...takes me away to where I've always heard it could be. Well, okay, so I've never actually been sailing. I have been on a few boats, but never a sailboat proper. But that's probably for the best, because it's still Shark Week. Clearly, nobody wants to be on a sailboat--or even a schooner--during Shark Week.

I'll admit it. About half an hour ago, I posted something like this to both Twitter and Facebook: https://twitter.com/jasonarust/status/1022314002163163136 And that? Yeah, it was all lies. I may whine and complain from time to time, but I'm not about to let any kind of Life-questioning dumpster fire interfere with my 2018 sock mission. I therefore … Continue reading And When You Cut Off A Claw, It’ll Grow Another One

Cripes! I almost forgot to post today's socks. Here they are, a variation of Captain America in all their Comic-Con-homagic (is that a word? Screw it, it's 2 AM... everything's a word at this point) glory. Also, since it's 2 AM, that's all I've got to say.