Another pair of shorts.

I’ve looked at all the shorts I’m bringing and I don’t know why this has happened but most of them have holes in the front pockets. Looks like I’ll be sewing this weekend. I guess I rub my thighs a lot when I walk or something.

I think I’m going to video myself walking to see how I walk. I wonder if I walk like “a gay” or if I walk like I’ve got a rod far up my butt…

We are now 2/3rds through our little journey my friends. 15 days before our trip. Can I complete this venture without busting past my weight or suitcase limits? Can I? Huh?!?

My second pair of swimtrunks. Roots. SharkBoy *strongly* suggested I buy them, and I didn’t protest much (the skimpy square cuts that I use to wear to the campground will NOT be coming with – I don’t want to be compared to a beached whale or a German tourist).

That being said, I’ve always felt that men’s swim trunks are utterly sexist compared to bikini-wear women are subjugated to… uh… wear. Men’s, in comparison are generally long in the leg, baggy and utterly sexless and I say “whatup wit dat?” (I do… just like that). I have no clue how this came about (other than rampant self loathing within the male fashion industry?) and I hope the trend reverses to something more Australian.

These are my shorts I’ll be wearing to the gym/running track on the ship. I think I could have included these with Day Twenty Two – with the running shirt. I’ve had these shorts for at least 15 years and I don’t know if I could stomach throwing them out. I got them from Rob – the gymnast I use to hang with when I was 40 lbs lighter and working at a gym. Meh. I could have added them but I have a feeling I may crap out of stuff to post before we leave! I’m all about content here at Dead Robot Heavy Industries.

Speaking of content, did you notice the new Dead Robot Shirt, over there to your right? Buy lots. I need to have some pocket money for the Blackjack tables. Originally it was a design for Evil Panda but I’ve modified it slightly for my own use.

Speaking of reusing… We just watched HBO’s Spartacus – Blood in the Sand and while yes, it was a rip off of Gladiator and 300, it wasn’t that bad. Bla bla bla soft core blood and booby porn, sure. But I have to admit I do like the art direction of it. The writing is atrocious too, but all is forgiven when the blood sprays.

Speaking of running: I haven’t seen anything new out on the streets lately when I go running in the morning – except this morning I saw an Xmas tree. Seriously. Jan 27th and someone is throwing out their tree. What their floors must look like, all covered in sap and needles… tsk.

Socks! Something so small can wreak so much havoc in packing. Oh sure you can cram the little buggers into a pair of shoes or down some boots, or even ball them up within hollowed out lacquered alligators, that’s all fine and dandy. But what if you’re leaving for 12 days and only have three pairs of shoes? Or you’re not smuggling alligators?

I’m going to pepper them throughout the case – filling any crevasse or nook or granny (granny? is that right?) until they’re all in there.

For the record, I’m bringing 6 pairs of dress socks (including my rockin’ cow skull ones) 16 pairs of booty socks. I may be overpacking these buggers but I hate being forced to re-wear dirty socks. I use to have a room mate who *just didn’t get* the concept of foot hygiene. Once a week one of us sharing the apartment had to remind him “it was time”. And he changed his socks. The man was an artistic genius, but when it came to personal smells, he was oblivious.

I’d rather be dumb than a stinky foot genius.

Shopping orgy. That’s the only thing I think I can call this weekend. We were both paid and found ourselves a bit antsy to save our money for the trip. See, when we came back from Disney in June SharkBoy was walking a strike line and I was idle from working a 4 day work week. Needless to say the bills came first and personal shopping dropped off sharply. When we came out on the other side of this crappy recession and decided to take the cruise, we still weren’t all that cash happy at the time (but we knew we could budget in time for the departure). In all, our lack of shopping has been a capitalist’s nightmare for us for the last 7 months – we even made most of our Xmas gifts (Which was nice and fun, but nothing beats a new PS3 cartridge over a lovingly hand drawn card).

Friday we had spent the entire day emailing each other back and forth, justifying stuff we needed for the cruise. It was like a bubble burst. We met up after work and started to shop… and shop… and shop… all in the name of the cruise. Followers saw the shorts I got yesterday. Included in the shopping melee were dress shirts (three for me, two for SharkBoy), three ties, summer weight dress pants on supersale at Winners, fall coats (we need them to go from New Jersey’s February climate to the Caribbean within 24 hrs), underwear (I got some “fancy” ones. Stay tuned), Florsheim shoes (SharkBoy’s first pair! We’re going to bronze them later), Olympic mittens (Go Canada!) and a belt for SharkBoy. Sunday night we returned home and collapsed, just like that ad with the catchy tune for debt management (sans eviction notice, thankfully).

As we were walking home, SharkBoy spies this in the window of a store. It was in my bag in seconds. It felt good to just wander and buy. Haven’t done that in yonks!