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I bought a new shirt a few weeks ago made by Columbia and it is sized very poorly. It was a “Lewisville Twill” and I bought a size larger than I normally buy because I knew I wanted to wear it over a T-shirt. So, I picked up a 4X (yes, I am a huge bastard).

Apparently, someone at Columbia who creates the bigger sized clothes has no concept of proportions. The shirt is appropriately bigger around, but it still seems to be like an XL in the shoulders and the sleeves. Not to mention that the tails of the shirt are so short that I can barely tuck the shirt in. The sleeves fit really tight around my arms and are about 5 inches too short. It’s just ridiculous.

What they seem to have done is taken a XXL shirt and just made the stomach part bigger, but left the same length and sleeves on it. I have a big belly, but I am also tall and have long arms. I am a big person, not just a fat person. I wear a size 56 sportcoat, so my chest is really big around as well. Imagine a college football lineman who’s about 30 pounds overweight. That’s my size.

Columbia seems to think that someone who buys a 4x shirt is 5′8″ tall and weighs 400 pounds. I don’t think I’ll ever buy from them again.

I know I should have tried it on first before removing the tags, but the other shirts I bought from other companies fit fine and I know my size. I didn’t expect for Columbia stuff which is, other than sizing, very high quality stuff to be fitted so poorly.

I’ve sent them an email despite the fact that their customer service contact form is a disaster. We’ll see what they say.

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As promised, I updated the theme to use Dean Robinson’s Redoable. I hope to make some customizations, at least to the header, over the next week or so. I’ll be adding some plugins for additional functionality as well.

For now, no more Javascript errors. Yeah!

Yes, I know there are a couple of Javascript errors which occur when you visit my site. It seems to be coming from the Script.aculo.us stuff that the K2 template uses. I’ve posted on the forums over there and no one seems to have any answers.

So, when I stop being lazy, I will update to a new theme, Redoable, to solve those issues as well as give me the chance to add some features and just refresh the look. I haven’t done it yet, because I’ve simply been lazy.

Have patience.

A filthy rich North Carolina man decided that he wanted to throw a party and invited all of his buddies and neighbors. He also invited Leroy, the only redneck in the neighborhood.

He held the party around the pool in the backyard of his mansion. Leroy was having a good time drinking, dancing, eating shrimp, oysters and BBQ and flirting with all the women.

At the height of the party, the host said, “I have a 10ft man-eating gator in my pool and I’ll give a million dollars to anyone who has the nerve to jump in.”

The words were barely out of his mouth when there was a loud splash and everyone turned around and saw Leroy in the pool!

Leroy was fighting the gator and kicking its ass! Leroy was jabbing the gator in the eyes with his thumbs, throwing punches, head butts and choke holds, biting the gator on the tail and flipping the gator through the air like some kind of Judo Instructor.

The water was churning and splashing everywhere. Both Leroy and the gator were screaming and raising hell. Finally Leroy strangled the gator and let it float to the top like a dime store goldfish. Leroy then slowly climbed out of the pool. Everybody was just staring at him in disbelief.

Finally the host says, “Well, Leroy, I reckon I owe you a million dollars.”

“No, that’s okay. I don’t want it,” said Leroy.

The rich man said, “Man, I have to give you something. You won the bet. How about half a million bucks then?”

“No thanks. I don’t want it,” answered Leroy.

The host said, “Come on, I insist on giving you something. That was amazing. How about a new Porsche and a Rolex and some stock options?”

Again Leroy said no.

Confused, the rich man asked, “Well, Leroy, then what do you want?”

Leroy said, “I want the name of the sumbitch who pushed me in the pool.