What a Croc!

I bought some Crocs a few months back. And not just the typical Crocs that you see on the beach, but also some "dress Crocs" that I can wear to work.

I like them. They're comfortable. Very comfortable.

And, I signed up for their newsletter.

Fast-forward a few months. I bought a Blackberry. And set it up to get my email. And it does.

Previously, I checked email when I got home. Everything would come in all at once, including the newsletters I signed up for.

The Blackberry changed that. When someone sent me an email -- JC Penney, Sears, CNet, Apple, Crocs, ScrappleFace, whoever -- I got it when they sent it, not when I got home at night.

That was a shock to my regular routine.

So, since I own my own domain name, I could set up a sh*tload of email addresses. And I did.

A separate email address for each newsletter subscription.

Actually, at first, I set up a single address for subscriptions, changed all the email accounts on file with the email senders, and got them there. At night. When I got home. Not on my Blackberry.

Then, spam showed up. That meant that someone who I was subscribing to was a spammer, or had been compromised by a spammer.

That's when I set up separate email addresses for each subscription, and changed the email addresses again.

Only, some won't cooperate.

Crocs, for instance.

I've logged in to my Crocs account and changed my email address. But the still send the stuff to my standard email address.

So, I clicked the unsubscribe link. It bounced.

Now, I've filled out an online form, explaining the situation. I'm waiting for a response.

We'll see what happens.

And I have my next move in mind.

If they keep sending emails to my standard account, I'm going to set up a filter to forward every email they send me to vp@crocs.com.

Now, will that help? I don't know. I'll keep looking for more email addresses for Crocs people and forward every email they send me to the entire Crocs staff and board members, if I can find their email addresses. Home addresses, too, if I can find them.

But that's only if escalation is needed.

However, if you have any ideas on what to do next -- if they won't quit sending me email, that is -- let me know. The more devious, the better.

Ugly shoes

I have never like those shoes called "Crocs."

I saw them. And I heard people mention "Crocs." But it was a while before I put the name with the shoe.

But, one day, it dawned on me: Crocs are those ugly-ass shoes that way too many people wear.

And, I knew you'd never catch me dead in those.

However, me feet hurt.

In the Army, I had feet that hurt for another reason: A planter wart.

I haven't experienced any issue with that problem for some time. Which is good.

But, my feet hurt.

Partly because they carry around too much weight -- yes, I need to put my fat ass on a diet. And my feet hurt partly because I'm getting older every day. And partly because I'm pretty rough on shoes.

This week, The Wife told me about a co-worker of hers who is wearing Crocs. And those Crocs don't look like Crocs. They look half-presentable.

So, we looked up Crocs on the Interwebs, and found out that they don't all look like those "I live on the beach listening to Jimmy Buffett all day" shoes that are really ugly.

Anyhow, she decided she wanted some. Found the style she was looking for, and Saturday, we went shopping for them.

Couldn't find them in the size and style she wanted. If we'd have kept looking, we'd have found them. But we didn't keep looking.

She decided that when I went to the baseball game today, I'd take the time to get her some shoes. So, I did.

In the meantime, my feet hurt.

And I'm not wearing work (dress) shoes. I'm wearing ... oh, I don't know what they're called, but they're casual shoes.

And they hurt my feet.

So, after the game, I headed to another store that sold Crocs, and bought me a pair.

Yes, those really ugly ones.

And, yes, they're comfortable.

You still won't catch me dead wearing them. Cause I'll be buried in dress shoes. But alive? Yes, you'll see me in them. Not at work. But at the ball game. Cause I got them in the blue: the colors of the Columbus Catfish.