... so I stood in the bathroom, looking in the mirror, with the hairdressing scissors in my hand. Thinking how
easy it would be just to cut the whole lot off. Thinking how much
cooler I'd be...
Then I remembered how long it's taken me to grow it, and the moment of insanity passed. I shall, however, prune the top (short) section thoroughly before I shower - that'll help me cope with the heat a little better.
Hair. Strange isn't it - I love long hair, especially on blokes. And long eyelashes. And characterful eyebrows. And silky short 'n' curlies. But hairy chests take third place on my list of turn-offs - second place goes to hairy backs/bums [shudder] and top place to bodies wearing only socks. Especially short socks. I really, really loathe socks. I accept that they're a necessary evil, even I wear them with trainers and boots, but ye
gods they're a turn-off... I remember seeing
Violette Nozière at my Uni film club. Rather, I remember seeing it up until the sex scene where the man was naked except for his socks. I couldn't take it seriously after that, had to fight not to laugh all the way through the sex scenes. [sigh] How embarrassing. Where was I? Oh yes - hairy chests...
Regular/long term readers might remember me mentioning some of the odd side-effects of Ken's course of medication. Did I ever say that it made his eyelashes grow really long and thick and curl under? I think I might have. Yesterday he was standing side-on to the sun streaming in the window and I realised, with a nasty shock, that the damn meds have made the hair on his chest grow too! Fortunately it's all so pale and blond it hardly shows face-on. I did offer to wax it for him but he declined...
Hm. Wonder if the lack of body hair explains part of the appeal of manga/anime for me?
Picked up my glasses this morning. Not at all sure the work ones are right: they won't let me focus on anything more than 3 feet away - actually have to take them off to see the clock on the wall above my monitor, and I daren't move from my desk when wearing them, I'll fall over something - and the screen looks
concave to me. Of course, I have been using my old ones (the lenses of which are now for distance vision), which might have something to do with it - but... focussing through the work ones feels as though I'm straining my eyes. Though my eyes are very tired right now (slept better last night, we had the most delicious cold breeze pouring through the windows, but it was another late night/early morning...) I'll see how I go over the weekend and take them back to be reviewed next week if necessary.
What else? Ploughing on.
2AC taking shape in my mind. Parents and brother up to visit tomorrow. We missed the Jupiter occultation (Moon eclipsing Jupiter) a couple of days ago (took place before dark, dammit!) Fridge-freezer light flashing again ([sigh] of course): engineer coming next Tuesday. Had an email from the Godsfield executive editor with more detail on the Dreams book, and a requested substantial change to my original outline (which is fine: the format is less important than the text). There was something Kai wanted me to mention here, but I can't remember what it was... Oh yes - when I first filled up his pool, we had one of those moments that could have turned farcical had I not been such a wary and suspicious old trout. The hosepipe vibrated as the water moved along it, and we were all waiting for it to burst out of the end - but all that happened was a feeble trickle. Until I fiddled with the nozzle, anyway, at which point it shot out at a rate of knots, narrowly missing Kai who thought it was incredibly funny! No doubt he'd have found it even funnier if I'd been looking in the end at the time...
Lutra says:
<g> That's okay, slap-stick is one of the first forms of humour children really understand, but they move on to more sophisticated things like sarcasm and poo jokes before long.
(Posted here because Haloscan is playing up...)
Right - back to it...
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Joules *Dances with Haddock* Taylor
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