Wouldn't you give your heart to a friend? Think of me as your friend.

[raybear]

I shaved my head this morning. My new routine is to stand in the tub and stretch the clippers across the sink and toilet and cut my hair purely on touch. The cleanup is easy and thorough since it washes down the drain (and doesn't clog because all the hairs are only 2 mm long). Today I brought Sophie into the bathroom with me and she sat on the rug looking concerned about the process. Either because she wasn't sure if it was hurting me or if I would turn and use the clippers on her next. Then my brain started thinking about the difference between fur and hair, and how fur just reaches a standard genetically-predetermined length, falls out, and gets replaced, while hair just grows and grows and grows and grows. And I finally got why they talk about poodles having hair and not fur. So if a poodle was released into the wild and survived, would it come back and big hairy mess? Would this excessively long hair eventually lead to its downfall in the wild?

These are the things I ponder early in the morning when my brain is allowed to roam free.



Last night was a wonderful spontaneous date with dommeyourass that included dinner, watching the movie Frida, dancing tango, lots of talking and laughing, then going to bed and watching porn together. Unfortunately her night took an unpleasant turn because she wasn't feeling well whereas I slept like a baby. Or at least a baby who sleeps through the night. Yeah, I don't get that metaphor. Anyway, I woke up feeling refreshed before the alarm went off. Even though I'm sorry she was in pain from cramps and didn't sleep well, I'm pleased to discover that I'm finally, finally used to sleeping with her because even though she woke me up once or twice, I went right back to sleep. Often I'm such a light sleeper, if I get jolted awake, no matter how tired I am, I can't go back under. Which still happens with cars honking and people slamming doors, but doesn't seem to always apply to permanent bedmates, like Sophie.

After a discussion with gloeden I downloaded the Stevie/Kenny version of "Whenever I Call You 'Friend'". I also remember that the other version of the song I knew was by Melissa Manchester, as featured on her greatest hits collection issues in the early 80s. (Can you tell I've been through my record collection recently? Have I also mentioned that i'm very excited to rearrange my equipment when we move such that I can sit on the couch in our sunny front room and listen to records on the stereo, not just throuh headphones in the office? Have I mentioned my excitement for this new apartment? Well, it's coming. Still holding off for the jinx factor.) Anyway, my favorite part of this song is the title and the use of quotation marks around the word "friend". Although that breakdown where they sing "Sweet love showin' us a heavenly light" is pretty good. And now I'm craving the song Midnight Blue as well.

But the band I'm REALLY thinking of this morning and I have no idea why it popped in my head, is Betty's Not a Vitamin. In high school, when I was outrageously pretentious about my music taste and listened solely to the college rock station (for about six months before boring myself with all this), my friend and I were mildly obsessed with this band, mostly because of their title. I'm not sure if this is still true, but as of the early 90s, the Flinstones vitamins did not have a shape for Betty -- they had nearly every other character, including Dino. But not Betty. Hence the name.

And those are your fun facts for the day, kids. May the spirits of productivity and confidence and relevance now be bestowed upon all our heads.

Comments

[queermarcus.livejournal.com]

I love the band's name, how's the music?

[raybear.livejournal.com]

generic early 90s "alternative" music. can't remember a specific song to save my life -- like most bands of that time, frankly.

[thirdreel.livejournal.com]

Actually, from what I understand, hair does reach a pre-determined length before it falls out. The difference is that it's significantly longer than most of us would like, at least on the head. Luckily, very few of us can grow out our leg-hair long enough to braid it, say.

[brucebanner.livejournal.com]

Congrats on getting used to sleeping w/ DYA! I know what a significant, wonderful perk that is. I too am that sort of light sleeper.

I don't think a poodle would ever end up in the wild. Because they are the 'rich blond mormon harpist' of the animal world, someone would scoop a poodle right up if it appeared to be alone. Poodle have that manipulative sweet demeanor that causes the most animal-hating punk to want to rescue them from any harm. Other dogs would rot in the gutter, but a poodle will always depend on the kindness of strangers.

Gee, I sound like a total poodle-hater.
--Shaggy

i shaved mine too

[bowdownza.livejournal.com]

usually I just cut it with clippers but today I was feeling anal and for the first time in two one year got out the razor and shaved me head and face and well... that's it.
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