Our internet's been out for almost two full weeks, so apologies for neglecting comments, messages and emails. I'll get around to them if they're still relevant. It was kind of nice, actually: last week I didn't even turn on my computer for five full days, which is certainly a record ( Read more... )

Hair school is pretty cool! If I'd posted this Friday night, I would've said, dude, hair school is awesome!!!1!!1! Because last week was some serious hilarious fun, justifying this as the best spur-of-the-moment whim I've had in a while. But Saturday was pretty boring (due to too much sterilizing and folding towels, and to most of the entertaining ( Read more... )

A few other things I inexplicably do not dream about:

Mormons
Deserts
Robbing banks
Cat food which has fallen in the water dish and turned to mush (EWW EWW EWW)
Standing up in an oyster bed in Puget Sound (imagine that scene in Suspiria, in salt water)
Owls

I haven't even started school yet and already I'm dreaming about HAIR.

Two nights ago I was trying to straighten the hair of a guy who looked just like Jack Nance in Eraserhead. I kept putting all sorts of creams and gels and stuff in his hair but it wouldn't lie down, then someone suggested pouring milk over his head. I did this, then really ( Read more... )

To the west are two lumpen hairy dudes playing (leadenly) acoustic guitars and singing (sensitively) in sloppy baritones. It is horrible, like Grant Lee Buffalo at 6 1/3 rpm ( Read more... )

New Buster pics


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It's official: I enrolled in hair school today. Classes start on the 23rd.

I went to the grocery store after, and noticed an altercation out front. Was it crackies? Hoodlums? No, it was two old ladies with walkers. Apparently one tried to cut in front of the other as they were getting on the Senior Trolley. The angrier of the two was shouting ( Read more... )

I was in the Social Security office this morning, getting a new card. Two old ladies sitting next to me, filling out their applications, one asks, "If I'm Caucasian and Pacific Islander, do I check both boxes or do they just assume the darker race wins ( Read more... )

Okay, I talked the bank into letting me withdraw some cash, got a new driver's license and called the three credit bureaus. Called the landlords since I had to anyway (is your fridge running? no!), not that I expect them to do anything when the cookieburglar walks right in the unlocked front door. Called the police to file a report just to give me ( Read more... )

WHAT THE FUCK ( Read more... )