Nobody liked the red hair. Least of all me. So I went blue.
We’ll see how it goes.
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“Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And eat men like air” Sylvia Plath
I think I like the green better. Next up…..blue? Purple? Yellow?
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“Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.” Lord Byron
I think things are pretty good.
I’m teaching guitar tomorrow – my hair is green, giving me enough ‘juice’ to do whatever the hell I want……
Nothing is nothing, everything is something else – I should probably stop drinking now.
Screw you all!
LOL!!!!
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“I’m not that interested in fashion… When someone says that lime-green is the new black for this season, you just want to tell them to get a life.” Bruce Oldfield
Well, I went ahead and did it.
My artistic side is getting a chance to roam for a while. I had no less than six conversations about my hair today.
I love it up here – people make conversation with me rather than gawk. (Some gawk too) One lady asked me what band I was in, and I said, “I’m not in a band right now, I teach guitar”. Her (probably 4 year old) son plays drums – I told him to keep at it, that there is something in the water in Texas and EVERYBODY plays guitar.
Lots and lots and lots and lots of people just walk right up to me: “You have GREEN HAIR!!”
Me: “You are soooo correct!”
*laugh*
One thing I forgot about our trip to Galveston, when I was driving the seawall, I was nearly a third car in a three car collision – my four wheel discs stopped in time, and the first car (that was rear-ended) pulled away and drove off! My zippy little car caught up to them so that we could get their license plate, and we turned around and gave it to car #2. Good deed for the day.
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“Time is shortening. But every day that I challenge this cancer and survive is a victory for me.” Ingrid Bergman
One of the things that I often feel guilty about is not doing anything for cancer research. My father passed away from esophageal cancer on February 11, 2009.
In an effort to advance cancer research on his behalf (with admittedly little effort on my part) I downloaded Folding@Home which is a computing project that is similar to SETI – in that you download work units to process and then you return the results to a master server. It’s called “distributed computing”. The essential effect is that everyone who downloads the program performs a small part of a larger puzzle, which can then affect the larger whole. Folding@home’s focus is analysis of folding proteins which have links to many diseases – including cancer.
It’s got some hardware requirements, and since I recently rebuilt two PC’s, I’ve got enough horsepower under the hood to put it on both. If you’ve got an older computer, you might want to check if you can run it – it can slow down your PC if you don’t have the processor or RAM to run it.
If you’re reading this because you know me, or because you’ve lost someone to cancer, or know someone who has cancer, I would ask that you download Folding@Home and let your PC do some work for solving the cancer puzzle. I built a team so that anyone who knew my father can contribute directly in his name. Once you have downloaded the program, you can configure it so that you belong to team # 169588.
Thanks for your time.
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“It’s all fun and games, until someone looses an eye…than it’s fun and games you can’t see anymore.” James Hetfield
The week is slowly, slowly crawling toward Friday. Not only the end of the week, but the end of my illustrious career at my current employment.
In talking to one of my employees today, I was invited to a “midget wrestling match” in the next few weeks.
I agreed – but somehow the “PC” person inside me is thinking, “Whhhhaaaaatttt???”
All in all, I need to be trying new things – this one should be a doozy!
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“Hell, by the time a man scratches his ass, clear his throat, and tells me how smart he is, we’ve already wasted fifteen minutes.” Lyndon B. Johnson
Tonight was a pretty exciting night.
Was invited for dinner at Rod’s, and managed to get a large chunk of beef brisket stuck in my throat. I could breathe, but my esophagus was jammed tight.
I went home, attempting to cough it up and gave up. Went to the ER, and had two sets of drugs pushed into me via IV and then the last resort was “Nitro” – nitroglycerin – before they were calling the GI guy.
Right after I took the nitro, I managed to hurl the chunk of meat out of my throat and they said I’d be spending the night since they wanted to shove a tube into my insides to look around.
Awoke at 11 or so to a nurse telling me that they were going to do it in one hour.
Got completely doped up, had the procedure, then woke up.
The GI guy said that my lower esophagus was too swollen to do a routine dilation (widening) and that he’d taken a biopsy of some lumps down there. Of course, I’m pretty paranoid since my father recently passed away from esophageal cancer – but he reassured me that these were pretty standard lumps for someone my age and treated with steroids.
We’ll see what the biopsy says. I’m not overly negative toward it – if they are cancerous, it’s my own damn fault for not getting them checked out sooner.
Follow up in 8 or so weeks. Guess I’ll be filing for COBRA – since I’m still giving my notice tomorrow.
Rod picked me up and I’m at home.
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“B is for Breasts Of which ladies have two; Once prized for the function, Now for the view” Robert Paul Smith
I haven’t the heart to say this is pornographic, just bizarre. If you’ve never heard of Bob Log III, here’s but a taste:
*NSFW*
So bizarre it is freaking hilarious!!!!
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“On a bell curve, we’re all born with certain skills. Some people are better track runners than others, and on and on, and everyone knows this. But there are some people who are more psychic, more tuned in. If you’re too far above average, you can walk down the street, go into information overload, be empathic, be an empath, pick up all the feelings of all the people around you… and your life can be miserable.” Major Ed Dames
In further conversation with an aforementioned beautiful women, regarding my previous theory she said (and I quote)
“I just can’t understand why guys do some of the things they do – I mean, I just don’t get it”
So I said, “It’s because they’re male, and you’re a gorgeous woman.”
So, I came to the conclusion that there’s a pretty typical bell curve (which I am too lazy to illustrate or even steal somewhere off the web).
Whereby – there is a chasm of understanding between what men will do for a gorgeous woman, and what a gorgeous woman understands a man will do for a beautiful woman (the bottom of either side of the bell curve).
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a very close margin of understanding of what men will do for a gorgeous woman, and what a gorgeous woman understands a man will do for a beautiful woman (the top of the bell curve).
So:
At the bottom of the bell curve, there’s probably the typical “Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus” understanding.
At the middle of the bell curve – where most of us are, realize the differences and there’s a give and take between the sexes’ realities.
At the top of the bell curve, are the people who know what they’ve got, know how to use it to their advantage, and could get the opposite of their sex to commit murder and make them think it was their idea.
Totally non-scientific – but entertaining nontheless.
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“A smile says a million words. A tear says a thousand words. One look says it all.”
As I was discussing earlier with a friend, I’m not sure if it’s a fatal flaw or just that I’m male….
When I look into the eyes of a beautiful woman, I can be told anything and I’ll believe it’s the truth.
She could be covered in blood, with a knife in her hand and a corpse at her feet – and say, “I didn’t do it…..”
And I’d believe her.
Consensus was because I’m male. Apparently I’m not the only one who has this problem.