15 April 2010

Unstrung Together

This morning I made a mental list of things that are okay on babies but creepy on adults.
Anyhow.
As follow-up to that, here is a list of things that are okay on adults, but weird on kids (in my opinion):
bikinis
earrings
peacoats
neckties
heels
makeup
hairspray
perms
hair dye
halter tops 
french manicures 
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My hair is orange, but it will grow. 
My hair is orange, but it will grow. 
My hair is orange, but it will grow.  
My hair is orange, but it will grow.  
My hair is orange, but it will grow.  
My hair is orange, but it will grow.
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My uncle Russell's memorial service is going to be on Saturday, May 1st.  So I guess now is a good time to tell you that he did, indeed, continue to refuse his feeding tube, and he passed away on December 20th of last year.  At the VA hospital in Palo Alto.  
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My tattoo is healing well.  This round of needle stabbing has resulted in less itchiness/scabbiness than previous sessions.  I'm not complaining.  It is, however, turning into the tattoo that will never be finished.  Again, I'm NOT complaining, and it IS awesome, but MAN DO CROSSHATCHED LEAVES TAKE A LONG TIME TO DO.  George (tattooist) said himself, "MAN that's a lot of linework I did."  There is no possible way this is going to be finished at my next appointment in July, as I was hoping.  Luckily, it's rad.  
::shrug::
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I met a lady yesterday with two sets of identical twins, about two years apart.   
Two sets of identical twins, two years apart.  
I try to imagine myself in that situation, and my brain explodes.  It's messy, and full of gore.  My brain, that is....messy. 
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I just had to RSVP to a bunch of BlogHer10 cocktail parties.  It seems to me that the whole PLANPLANPLAN OMGSQUEE factor has been bumped forward a few months as compared to years previous.  I don't know if I can sustain my current level of excitement and anticipation for that long.  And if it increases? (As is likely)  My brain will again explode. But differently from above.  It will be an explosion of rainbows.  A dove might fly out of my ear.  Covered in glitter.  BRAIN GLITTER.  
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That would explain a lot, actually, if it turned out that my head was full of glitter. Glitter and an albino pigeon.  
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Here's a picture of a zombie pigeon (source):
That's not the kind that lives in my brain.  I hope.