June 13th, 2006


Healthy hair is happy hair?

      I don't want a mullet on my head. That would look just as silly as the guy in the Snickers commercial who's in denial about his receding hair. I was chatting idly with the hairdresser as she commented how long my hear really is when it's stretched and uncurled. The first thing they ask at a salon is "What kind of cut do you want?" I explained that I'm only there for a trim, and some advice as to what I can do after the frizz control stuff wears out and my hair expands. All I really wanted to know is how/why people tell me that cutting the back shorter than every place else is the phase people go thru when they decide to grow their hair long. I heard the word "mullet" and the image I get from that is one of a conquistador type of helmet. I look up mullet and see that it's a kind of fish. Red mullets swim in water their entire life. I don't want my hair to look like that. So I pay the lady $25 and she trims a little here, there, etc. She uses Redkin shampoo with coconut oil, and Ringlet 07 gel. One pump oughta do it.
      I come home with an appetite and decide to go to KFC. The lines too long there so I go to a little Salvadoran Mom & Pop restaurant. They're not open yet. I walk towards McDonalds, stop in my tracks and turn 180 degrees and head for Down Beat Cafe. There I had the…watchamacallit…
(I once did a search for Bri on lj because I didn't have anything better to do and found the word "brie" and added it to my info page as an interest to be followed on a later date) I'm not sure what to expect with the cheese, but I request brie cheese on the side with my lunch. Never had it before. It turns out the food is delicious, but the cheese is slightly bitter/cheesie. What happened was I didn't peel off the damn wax shell and I'm eating delicious cheese, with bitter wax shell. Honestly, I feel like a little baby who still needs to be mouth fed. Is there any wonder I felt people were staring? Or, is that the paranoia talking? Now my toilets clogged and I'm going on a short hunger strike until I can get the toilet to flush again.
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Junior's parking stub

      I didn't really want to talk about the trial I was given to pass judgment over in my willingness to be part of a jury. Judge Ettinger warned his jury panel not to say a word about it. This being the first time I was ever appointed a case (I've been summoned before) I figured the dressing in outrageous clothing, acting a bit crazy in my responses I gave didn't work to get me off. I don't know why I wrote all my notes in Sutterlin. It wasn't as though somebody was going to say, "Hey this juror thinks he's a German living in the 16th century. He's a complete loone." At a fair distance, it would've appeared that I was the most sane juror in the group, taking my little notes as if I were paying attention, reacting to what was going on, etc. I wore my "Jury Duty" badge proudly, above the waste line the way I was instructed. The bastards give you a badge with a clip to hang on your shirt some place without concern that the rusty clip may ruin a nice silk (or cotton) shirt. I had to bring an AIDS benefit, 5K, green lanyard to hang my badge around my neck. Like a noose, but I looked like a dog on a leash.
      During my last week (this post is back dated to reflect the time) I went to Pentolinos for lunch. :-P There I sat alone feasting on the specials. I remove my leash because it's uncomfortable to eat with it on. As the lanyard lay motionless on the table, I glance at it. I'd also do this from time to time as I would look down at my dangling juror's badge to be certain that I had gotten it validated. See the red seal stamp. Parking at the Disney Concert Hall is $17.00 (me thinks) if the stub is not validated. I'm not paying that the way gasoline prices are today.
      Is it my imagination, or does the sentence which reads LOCK YOUR CAR appear to be the words "FUCK YOU"? Bar-b-q special and the grilled salmon plates are not to be missed.