Wow. I've gotten alot of mail from you fellow bloggers out there. Some of you just don't get it. For those, I'll just issue a group response; this blog is not for you.
Others have written in great support for my project, mirroring my own love of pants. But most still wondered why blog about them?
Eric K. of Akron, Ohio writes:
"What a great blog!! Those sound like some really comfortable Dallas Cowboys sweats, and what perfect body placement!
One question. Why would you not wear pants? We in North America almost always wear some form of cover for our "lower torso", as you confidently call it. Are you from another, less fortunate part of the world? If so, we could certainly round up some pants and send them to you. It's good to know your pants are on now, though.
Go Redskins!!!!!"
Well, Eric, I'll have all of you know I live in the good ol' U.S.of A. I'm even a citizen!! And the explanation for occationally going pantless is an equally simple question to answer.
I'm a jovial person. It doesn't take much to make me laugh. A simple 'toot' joke on TV can make me double over in painful laughter. Once, I was watching Star Search, and the comedian (I wish I could remember who it was!!) was doing a routine about the anamatronic pirates at Disney World. He just didn't believe they were really pirates. It was funny. But later on in his set (about 35 seconds) he though his girlfriend was lying to him. Guess what? A CALLBACK to the Pirates! He didn't believe she was being for real, either!! I laughed so hard it really hurt. I had to slowly ease my pants down until they were on the floor two feet from my legs. I settled down again. But I think on that fateful day I realized that, without pants, things just weren't as funny and I therefore allievated my pain. Therefore, whenever something makes me laugh so hard it hurts, you may find me slowly becoming pantless. Sometimes it lasts for days. Unless that makes you laugh and pull your pants off as well, be careful how much you tickle me, Eric!
But the scope of this blog is not limited to whether my pants are on or not, it's about the entire lifestyle of being a "panthead". I LOVE PANTS. For example, the other day I say a full-fledged man walking in the mall with pants that had SIX OR SEVEN COLORS. A man! I've tried on some pants that had, I believe, five colors (I didn't photograph that pair). They were tight in the rump and the seam didn't irritate my left leg the way my Mavi jeans do (I'll get into those later), but I just felt so judgemental in them. Ya' know, when you wear pant 'x', you just look down on those whose pants are less than yours? I don't like that feeling. I want to be good. So maybe some day I'll get enough confidence to wear colorful pants, but until then, I just want to feel good inside and out.
Boy, these Dallas Cowboys sweats sure are good typing pants!! I'll be sure and update what I'm wearing later and if I have to pull them off. I'm going shopping for a freezer later today so I'll be sure and post about all the pants I see there as well.
Talk to you soon, pantheads.
I got an email from a friend today dealing with his concern for the location of my pants in relation to my body. This blog, among other things, will detail the exact nature of my pants.
They are currently pocketless Dallas Cowboys sweatpants. Status: On my lower torso, right-side-out, drawstring at the front of my body directly below my navel.
I'll post in more detail later.
