I just wanted traction, is that so wrong?

Evidently I have a different definition of what athletic shoes mean than the stores in the mall. Every store I went to today had a wide variety of "athletic" shoes, but not a single pair of cleats.

I broke my last pair, and believe me: nobody was more surprised than I was. I've been playing kickball all summer, and my pair finally gave out. Then I thought about it—that pair was originally purchased in 1998, I think, when I was playing a lot of ultimate frisbee. (Yes, it was the story of Frisbee told in an entirely new way with Bendis writing and Bagley drawing. OK, that might not be true.)

Finally got around to reading the Powers annual, which was mostly worth it for the letter column, answered by Patton Oswalt and Brian Posehn. I miss letter columns in general, if only for the extra bits from the writers. Without letter columns, would there have been an Invisibles past issue 20? I think not. (That was where he instructed people in the great Thanksgiving Wankathon—remember, there were no comics bloggers to speak of at the time.)

I think I'm gonna go watch The Transporter, as blowing stuff up sounds better than poking around aimlessly for another store that won't sell me the shoes that I need.