EdgeofGloria

So I was downtown Monday night, loading up on fashiony goodness to photograph. If you love people watching, Three Rivers Festival is probably the best time all year to do that. And on with the parade! These types of broken feet look all high tech, but I would have been more impressed if she had BOTH feet in these foot cast things. They discourage bringing pets to TRF, but these dogs look too damn good to stay home. Last year, it was neon shoes. This year, neon shoes AND socks. There's usually a few women wearing heels to a festival where a good part of the action takes place on trampled grass. These weren't outrageous, but still. There was so much chlorine in this fountain, walking beside it was like being in a Clorox shower. If you're going to do this, why not go all the way and leave the pants at home, you pussy? Guess he didn't want his widdle wegs to get chilwy. Orphan shoes always make me sad. And always make me wo...

I'm a complainer. I complain a lot. I get frustrated at times, and it's hard to see the good in anything. For a long time, it seemed, the bullshit was non-stop. Crisis after crisis after crisis. Then it calmed down. I still complain, but for a while, things have been good. But I'm an overly sensitive person. I'm probably a bit OCD. And I tend toward the negative side. People have noticed this and commented on it. But I think sometimes it's easier for people to criticize complainers, while they ignore their own complaints, or make exceptions. Take last winter for example. On Facebook, everyone seemed to complain about the winter. I didn't. I didn't complain. It was for a couple of reasons. One, the bullshit had calmed down. After a summer recovering from surgery, and ongoing financial crisis and a tree limb falling with no warning whatsoever (and I was about 30 seconds away from being hit by it) and a bittersweet fall semester teaching (I lost a good frie...