crepes and song

The rain falls down
The wind blows up
I've spent all the pennies
In my old tin cup.

I think that the next time I find myself at my parents' house I may steal back my copy of Father Fox's Pennyrhymes.

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Acquired an electric crepe maker on Satyrday, and tested it out last night. It's a neat thing. Instead of pouring the batter into a skillet, you dip the crepe maker into the batter and lift it out and turn it over, and the batter adheres to the cooking surface. Makes for very thin crepes, which is all to the good. It speeds up the process a bit: mostly, there's no more wrangling with trying to get a crepe to come out of the skillet, just nudge at an edge until it falls off. Making crepes remains a lengthy process, though. At a minute a crepe there's just no way to speed things up. Short of getting a second crepe maker, I guess.

Fillings were traditional raspberry-and-whipped-cream, and apple-and-cheddar. Quite tasty all around. The pears didn't work out as well but then I'm not a fan of pears to start with.

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Also acquired a Thea Gilmore CD with a bunch of covers. I submit that if you have not heard "Bad Moon Rising" sung as a lonesome dirge, you are Missing Out, in much the same way as you're missing out if you've not heard John Cale screaming his way through "Heartbreak Hotel," or Warren Zevon's "broken old drunk" rendition of "Back In the High Life Again." That the next track is a cover of the Ramones' "Don't Come Close" only adds to the surreal atmosphere.

all god's chillen got shoes. . . even me

A couple months ago I went and saw Coraline, with some lovely people. At the end there was a secret word of some kind.

That night I was poking around on the movie website, and found a place that seemed to want a secret word of some kind. So I went ahead and entered it, and answered a question about the film, and found myself entered to win a really neat pair of shoes.

"Sure, why not," I said, gave them my info (including shoe size), and thought no more about it.

Until I checked my email in Vancouver after getting lunch with uilos and Cynthia, and saw a subject line of "Congratulations - You have been selected as a winner in the Coraline Nike Dunks Giveaway."

I think I said "Huh!" Followed by "But I don't even wear shoes!"

They got here today. They're rather nice as size 10 shoes go. They're also too narrow for my 9.5EEEE feet: I could wear them, but they'd get stretched around my toes. (Same problem all normal shoes have.)

So. . . what do I do? The going rate on eBay seems to be on the order of $200. I'd feel really weird just selling them. . . but I also feel like someone else would appreciate them a lot more than I do. I'd wear them, but then they'd fall apart relatively quickly.

I'm definitely wearing them to work tomorrow, because I told my coworkers I would. I think they may collectively die of shock to see me in shoes.

Any thoughts?