These are Duncan's shoes, in case you were wondering.
The following is based on the assumption that this is a accurate representation of his complete shoe collection
The owner is a sheep. Now, I googled the dude and he is credited with being the author of the "Wallace Boy books." I believe that the author of the Wallace Boy books should be gay, so he's a gay sheep: some poor schmuck trying to find his way in the big apple pretending he's in control. That sums-up almost every guy in Manhattan earning over $100,000 per year.
um, no toes? like roald dahl's witches?
There's nothing interesting there to discuss.
I can't help but feel like a dog who has been tossed a bone by his condescending master.
This is a lazy man. I find that alluring...
Only one degree of separation between his sole and boredom?
Au contraire Wing, this is good stuff!
I find it hysterical that BOB has decided Duncan is a gay sheep.
I find BOB hysterical for believing that a "gay sheep... schmuck trying to find his way in the big apple pretending he's in control... sums-up almost every guy in Manhattan earning over $100,000 per year." BOB, WHERE are you from? And for that matter WHAT ARE you?!?! Other than the most bizarre and long-winded of Andrea's cyber-stalkers to date.
And I'm sorry, please, let's get back to the evidence at hand, these rather questionable shoes. A gay man would not have those shoes in his closet. No, no, no. Particularly not one earning over $100,000 a year as BOB seems to think Dunkie earns.
I think it's a quite intriguing that Zanti finds a lazy man alluring.
And I'm delighted by Chubby Animal's play on Duncan's book title. (Incidentally Duncan, when did you start writing gay porn or whatever it is BOB thinks you write? I checked your Columbia CV and while that whole "Small World" thing sounds a little light in the loafers, that was the only questionable thing I saw.)
Heath, I disagree with Wing. This post has been a hoot, keep it up. Next can we check in on Jamie's big glasses collection? BOB will probably think he's a pre-op trannie trying to be Carrie Donovan from those Old Navy commercials.
If you were entertained by my post, then I succeded, that was the point of my post -- I'm commenting on a picture of shoes. It certainly wasn't meant to be accurate.
How would I know who Duncan is as I don't hang out with Andrea or work at Eyebeam? I come to this sight everyday, and still don't know who Duncan is. Of course I assumed it was an inside comment, but since I'm not an insider I had to address the pictures in another fashion. So, I googled some dude on the web with that name and the first one that came up said he was the author of the Wallace Boys books. Trying to be cute, not fair and balanced, I made a completely stereotypical comment about what I imagined a middle aged author of boy books would be. Picture the priest in Almodovar's "Bad Education (which would fit right in with your pre-op trannie comment) and you might get my drift.
As far as where I'm from? Or what am I? I was once a sheep in Manhattan but I escaped.
So this one time my friend Angelee and I were practicing our daily routine of looking at Andrea Harners webpage, may i say, we came about by googling for "man tits" we will not futher how it came to this posting. Back to the subject at hand, those shoes are quite wreched and the fact that you all may dwell on them for such extended periods of time bewilders me. Good Luck in life, you're losing. You're welcome for the advice.
Disrespected by two women googling for "man tits." This is an attack on all of us.
Thank _od, the post makes no sense, let's dwell on it for an extended period of time:
First, not claiming to understand her chibberish, I think she is trying to say that she first discovered Andrea's photoblog by googling for "man tits." You don't need to google for man tits, just go to manhattan where most guys making over $100,000 per year have man tits.
Since then, her and her friend, named Angelee -- a stripper for sure (not that there is anything wrong with that Heather) -- make it a daily routine to check out the blog. However, she starts the post by saying "So, this one time,..." What one time? I thought they have a daily routine.
Then, she comments on our dwelling. Andrea asked us to dwell, so we dwelled, whats wrong with that? Thank _od, she didn't see the posts with the well-endowed Hemingway look alike.
Finally, she didn't give us any "advice", she judged us! People are becoming very judgmental on this blog. Maybe I'm missing something, this photo and comment session was supposed to be a goof right?
I would guess that this person orders the same thing every time he goes out to eat.
And for any record, so-called or otherwise, I have no idea who Duncan Watts is either.
I think that you CAN tell a lot about a man by his shoes. This man is obviously much more indepth than meets the eye. His life is complicated and this is why his shoes are simple. His emotions vary and that his why his style of shoes does not vary. and to Christine: I think Bob should not be so angry with you. I found your post semi-humorous.
Well, take heart wreched souls. While Christine was out living life by googling "man tits" we were all learning to spell and form sentences.
For the record--shoes are one of life's pleasures I am happy to dwell on for extended periods, hence my painfully long and unfulfilled zappos.com wish list.
Whatever happened to not having anything nice to say, so not saying anything at all?