“If the enemy is in range, so are you.” And they can see your Danner boots.

Dammit all to hell. Ya know? I mean, really. Dammit, dammit, dammit. I do this every year. I put off buying a good pair of boots, or whatever it may be this year that I am in need of, until the first snow hits and finds me totally unprepared. The last two days digging my car out of ice and snow while pouring massive amounts of sidewalk salt under my tires proved to be the demise of my BR desert boots. They served me well, and if I actually cared enough about them, I suppose I could send them to Danner’s Recrafting Service, though I think that’s only for their boots.

However, maybe that service is the catalyst I’ve been looking for in this hunt for new boots, ya know? Now that I got salt all over my old ones and don’t want to trek around the wet weather in the suede Johnston & Murphy’s, and seeing as how most of my money is to tied up to afford a pair of Red Wings, the Danner Quarrys could be the final nail in the coffin that is this search. They’re pretty tough looking but maintain that classic feel, versus going with something uber-technical and colorful that will undoubtedly go out of style before they arrive in the mail.

- Will

The Bowmentum of Failure is alive and well the day before Halloween.

Well it took a whole helluva lot of flooring, but I was able to get out of my parallel parking space this morning. You just have to love the smell of burning rubber before 6:30am, don’t ya? I’m still a bit woozy from it, to be honest. At any rate, the reason I was up so early was due to the fact that my friend hasn’t finished making my costume, and I was looking for an impromptu one for the office party today. Not finding really anything aside from rolling up the legs of a pair of pink Polo pants, donning some sandals and an open silk shirt and saying I am “Will: upon retirement in the Bahamas,” I ended up wearing my normal garb. So, now, I have dubbed my costume, “Will: At the end of his five year plan.” I still have my hair, wearing bow ties, healthy, happy, and successful. And wouldn’t you know it? Today, I wasn’t the only one in the office with the neckwear.

Yessir,  coworker of mine is sporting the Jerry Lewis look today and doing quite the job of it, I might add. Upon first glance, I thought, “Oh wow, someone came dressed as me.” Don’t flatter yourself, homeboy. That only happens once in a blue moon, and last year I saw that blue moon. Yeah, she was a sweet girl dressing up as me…I sort of miss her come to think of it. Regardless, it’s good to see the Bowmentum still chugging along.

And since it wouldn’t be right not sharing a new tie with the lot of you interested, I came across this Guernsey bow from Bill’s Private Stock on Beau Ties LTD. Very nice, if you ask me. Definitely part of a 5-year-plan ensemble. “Where do you see yourself in five years?” …Um. You and me celebrating the five year anniversary of that question…

- Will

Bonobos: Royaly defending the prep in the lot of us.

I pride myself, like I’ve said time and time again, on not blindly promoting products. Sure, a few here and there sometimes make their presence known on the site, but for the most part, I have had some interaction with what goes on Momentum. For instance, my Bonobos cords. I left work an hour early to skip out on snow packed traffic to come home and stay in the warmth. And what did I throw on almost immediately? My Imperial Navys. Kept me cozy all night, or until I passed out on my couch watching the new and not-as-funny-as-I-had-hoped South Park.

While I still need to go visit my man Keith in Vegas to get my cords tailored, it is tempting to take a few of the dollars I’ve saved for the trip after getting this in my inbox this morning: We noticed that you’ve bought a pair of our amazing cords and thought you might enjoy picking up another pair as winter approaches. For a limited time only, get the Royal Defenders for just $78. Enter the code COLORFULCORDS at checkout to redeem your discount. Bonobos, you’re killing me. In the best of ways. But really, who wants to come to Vegas? I’ve never been. I’m 27 (28 in a month and a half). This is ridiculous.

- Will

Veritas et Aequitas: Reenacting Boondock Saints via action figures while awaiting the sequel.

Sequels, much like follow-up albums, walk a very fine line of having the ability to enhance the original installment, or completely ruin the franchise all together. For instance, 28 Days later was great. The sequel, 28 Weeks Later? Eh, not so good. I always think about The Postal Service and them not releasing a second record, save for a few remixes, b-sides, etc. That one album they did was perfect cover to cover. Releasing another attempt could have ruined the band’s reputation. I was afraid of this happening, too, to Vampire Weekend. However, upon hearing their new single, I have put those fears to rest. I can’t say the same for Boondock Saints, however.

I’ve seen the trailer (below) for the what-I-thought-was-a-joke titled, All Saint’s Day, and I’ve gotta say, I have been more stoked for other movies but am willing to give this a chance. At least they got the original brothers, right? Plus, the film reminds me of my own brother, and being the nostalgic type I am, seeing it with him would be in my best interest.

- Will

 

Winter? Check. Wintercheck? Check. North Face Nitrum Boas? Nope. Cold feet? Check.

Denver has the uncanny ability to surprise me with its weather. As the saying goes: Don’t like the weather? Wait five minutes. Amd blammo! Usually it will change. And that’s what I was expecting upon waking up this morning after yesterday’s blizzard. I was expecting a massive melt followed by sunshine and birds chirping. What actually awaited me was more snow. Not that I don’t love the cold weather and getting to wear knit caps and scarves, I’m more perturbed about not being able to move my car. It is stuck under feets of snow and enclosed in a huge powderbank.

The problem I face now is how in the hell am I going to get to the grocery store? See, I prided myself this year on taking the reigns with the office holiday parties. The Halloween edition is tomorrow, and I’ve promised some delicious treats and spiked punch. Car’s stuck, my North Face boots are in the mountains, and I can’t find my long underwear. Now, this will either be the coldest trudge to the store, or there will be a great number of dissappointed coworkers tomorrow. Time to carefully weigh my options.

- WIll