Argephontes
10/26/2002
I am a brunette again. Funny thing is, I didn't realize that I wasn't before until about 20 minutes ago.
I did the blonde thing 2 years ago (almost to the day, actually) so that Ryan and I could do Halloween as Eminem and Christina Aguilera (I still think that's funny). Anyhoo, post blonde-ness, which was a distaster anyway, I decided a lighter brown might be nice. So I started with a bronze-y medium brown. Toning down to coppery golden brown. Turning down to.. well, I don't know. All I know is that I looked in the mirror the other day and decided it wasn't working for me anymore. The summer sun lightened it even more and it looked kinda brassy. But I still carried around the conviction that I was a brunette.
On reflection, I think not. This is brunette. Its still a medium, albeit rich, brown. With some golden-y highlights. It's actually really close to my natural color. I keep looking in the mirror and doing a double take.
I look weird. But I like it. ¶ 10/26/2002 05:18:00 PM
I did the blonde thing 2 years ago (almost to the day, actually) so that Ryan and I could do Halloween as Eminem and Christina Aguilera (I still think that's funny). Anyhoo, post blonde-ness, which was a distaster anyway, I decided a lighter brown might be nice. So I started with a bronze-y medium brown. Toning down to coppery golden brown. Turning down to.. well, I don't know. All I know is that I looked in the mirror the other day and decided it wasn't working for me anymore. The summer sun lightened it even more and it looked kinda brassy. But I still carried around the conviction that I was a brunette.
On reflection, I think not. This is brunette. Its still a medium, albeit rich, brown. With some golden-y highlights. It's actually really close to my natural color. I keep looking in the mirror and doing a double take.
I look weird. But I like it. ¶ 10/26/2002 05:18:00 PM
Since I got all crazy serious on ya, thought I'd lighten it all up with the Friday Five. I meant to do it (Halloween Questions!!!), but I was wicked busy yesterday.
And so, without further ado:
1. What is your favorite scary movie? Does Tremors count? Just kidding. This one's difficult, being as how I tend to be scared shitless very easily, and as a general rule I don't watch them. I liked What Lies Beneath quite alot. It was more suspense than scary, but it had a ghost, so it'll have to do.
2. What is your favorite Halloween treat? I lurve all treats, and most of them aren't specific to Halloween. But when the candy corn comes out, it makes me deliriously happy.
3. Do you dress up for Halloween? If so, describe your best Halloween costume. Oh, this is hard. I made a bitchin' good Han Solo costume one year. I think that ties with last year's costume, where I was a sort of fairy/woodsprite. I'm not talking pastels and frills, here, either. I tried to balance pretty with wild and earthy, with a dash of danger thrown in. I should put a picture up sometime, because I looked pretty cool.
4. Do you enjoy going to haunted houses or other spooky events? Despite being easily scared shitless, yes. Our local haunted event at Avent's Park used to frighten me to the core, though. They have guys that chase you through the forrest with chainsaws.
5. Will you dress up for Halloween this year? Of course. I think I'm going to do the gypsy thing this year. Not very original, but I've never done it before, so it is for me. ¶ 10/26/2002 10:39:00 AM
And so, without further ado:
1. What is your favorite scary movie? Does Tremors count? Just kidding. This one's difficult, being as how I tend to be scared shitless very easily, and as a general rule I don't watch them. I liked What Lies Beneath quite alot. It was more suspense than scary, but it had a ghost, so it'll have to do.
2. What is your favorite Halloween treat? I lurve all treats, and most of them aren't specific to Halloween. But when the candy corn comes out, it makes me deliriously happy.
3. Do you dress up for Halloween? If so, describe your best Halloween costume. Oh, this is hard. I made a bitchin' good Han Solo costume one year. I think that ties with last year's costume, where I was a sort of fairy/woodsprite. I'm not talking pastels and frills, here, either. I tried to balance pretty with wild and earthy, with a dash of danger thrown in. I should put a picture up sometime, because I looked pretty cool.
4. Do you enjoy going to haunted houses or other spooky events? Despite being easily scared shitless, yes. Our local haunted event at Avent's Park used to frighten me to the core, though. They have guys that chase you through the forrest with chainsaws.
5. Will you dress up for Halloween this year? Of course. I think I'm going to do the gypsy thing this year. Not very original, but I've never done it before, so it is for me. ¶ 10/26/2002 10:39:00 AM
There is a Memphis rap station that I listen to sometimes (sometime maybe I'll go into to the serious good radio station defecit in North Mississippi. If you combine all the stations I have set to memory in my car, then you get the equivilent of one half-assedly decent station in a real city). During the week, they have a daily question and and a call-in throughout the workday. Usually the questions are relationship-based. "Would you take your man back after he cheated on you" type crap. Yesterday's question was this: "Are you surprised that the sniper is black?"
At first I was a little thrown by the question. Why you gotta make it be about race? Can we have SOMETHING in this world that is not about race? A woman called in and said that yeah, she was surprised. She said that stuff like that is usually "foreign terrorists or crazy white people."
When I first saw the picture up on CNN.com I was a little taken aback. Something about it bugged me. I decided it was their eyes. It bugged me to think that they looked so normal, so sane, so friendly. No hints of lunacy lurking behind those big, open brown eyes. How can that be? How can such evil masquerade in such normalcy? But it was more than that.
I thought about what that woman had said on the radio for a while yesterday. And I decided I agree with her. That kind of mass killing - non-personal, raging out at the machine that is society - is usually conducted by repressed middle class white guys. The image in my head had been a guy that looked like Dennis Hopper (complete with the requisite crazy eyes) running around in fatigues.
Society, as a whole, already shits on the black population. Racism, poverty - you know the drill. But because of that, they have a freedom. If a society already thinks you're worthless, you don't have to live up to anything. You can truely be yourself. I know it isn't that simple, and that there are layers and levels and all that, and I realize that I'm speaking in generalities here. But bear with me.
White people think of themselves a certain way. American society is built upon the foundations of white people. There are expectations. Especially for a male (Feminism hasn't succeeded enough to put the kind of constraints on a woman as on a white male). What happens when you feel trapped in the constraints of the Good Job, the Good Christian, the Family Man, or, to consult Fight Club, the Ikea Catalog? Well, usually you get some crazy Dennis Hopper look-a-like running around wreaking havoc (again with the generalities).
So, hell yeah, I'm surprised. I don't know if this means we've advanced far enough in Everyone Getting Along that society includes the Black Man in its repressive, Ikea-infested restraints, or if we've pushed it back so far that this the result. Or maybe this is a unique, confined, event, based on the insanity of the perpetrator and nothing else. But it scares me. It scares me because I don't understand. I want to wrap up the motives in a neat little package of generalities and set it aside, but I can't. And it bugs me. ¶ 10/26/2002 10:17:00 AM
At first I was a little thrown by the question. Why you gotta make it be about race? Can we have SOMETHING in this world that is not about race? A woman called in and said that yeah, she was surprised. She said that stuff like that is usually "foreign terrorists or crazy white people."
When I first saw the picture up on CNN.com I was a little taken aback. Something about it bugged me. I decided it was their eyes. It bugged me to think that they looked so normal, so sane, so friendly. No hints of lunacy lurking behind those big, open brown eyes. How can that be? How can such evil masquerade in such normalcy? But it was more than that.
I thought about what that woman had said on the radio for a while yesterday. And I decided I agree with her. That kind of mass killing - non-personal, raging out at the machine that is society - is usually conducted by repressed middle class white guys. The image in my head had been a guy that looked like Dennis Hopper (complete with the requisite crazy eyes) running around in fatigues.
Society, as a whole, already shits on the black population. Racism, poverty - you know the drill. But because of that, they have a freedom. If a society already thinks you're worthless, you don't have to live up to anything. You can truely be yourself. I know it isn't that simple, and that there are layers and levels and all that, and I realize that I'm speaking in generalities here. But bear with me.
White people think of themselves a certain way. American society is built upon the foundations of white people. There are expectations. Especially for a male (Feminism hasn't succeeded enough to put the kind of constraints on a woman as on a white male). What happens when you feel trapped in the constraints of the Good Job, the Good Christian, the Family Man, or, to consult Fight Club, the Ikea Catalog? Well, usually you get some crazy Dennis Hopper look-a-like running around wreaking havoc (again with the generalities).
So, hell yeah, I'm surprised. I don't know if this means we've advanced far enough in Everyone Getting Along that society includes the Black Man in its repressive, Ikea-infested restraints, or if we've pushed it back so far that this the result. Or maybe this is a unique, confined, event, based on the insanity of the perpetrator and nothing else. But it scares me. It scares me because I don't understand. I want to wrap up the motives in a neat little package of generalities and set it aside, but I can't. And it bugs me. ¶ 10/26/2002 10:17:00 AM
10/22/2002
Gah. Sometimes I think that I think far, far too much. And of course, that gets me to thinking. Which certainly doesn't help.
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10/21/2002
Honda Civic hatchbacks hate tall people. And I'm not even *really* tall. I'm more like the tall side of average. But I'm all legs. So in regards to driving, and reaching pedals and whatnot, you could say I'm tall.
I traded cars with Alicia for the weekend. She needed to drive to Mobile for her friend Kelley's wedding. And her car is far older and has seen far more action in its day than mine has. Amazingly enough, it still drives pretty well. But. It's had some problems lately, and I don't blame her for not wanting to take it on a road trip. And so we trade.
I now have bruises on my left knee. Everytime I use the clutch, my leg jams up into the steering wheel. I have pushed the seat back. I have manipulated the angle of the seat. The steering wheel, as much as I can tell, is unadjustable. I know it's a 1990 (or I think it is. Somewhere near there, anyway), but that is not so ancient as to pre-date the Tilt Wheel. And yet. Apparently not on this model.
Grrr. She is coming back at some point today. And I will have my car back. I don't mean to sound bitchy - if she was going out of town again next weekend, I'd do the arrangement all over again. I'm nice. I don't mind discomfort for short periods of time if it precludes the safety of my friends. BUT. I am still glad she is coming back today. I love my car. It's me. And, it's kind to my knees.
¶ 10/21/2002 08:48:00 AM
I traded cars with Alicia for the weekend. She needed to drive to Mobile for her friend Kelley's wedding. And her car is far older and has seen far more action in its day than mine has. Amazingly enough, it still drives pretty well. But. It's had some problems lately, and I don't blame her for not wanting to take it on a road trip. And so we trade.
I now have bruises on my left knee. Everytime I use the clutch, my leg jams up into the steering wheel. I have pushed the seat back. I have manipulated the angle of the seat. The steering wheel, as much as I can tell, is unadjustable. I know it's a 1990 (or I think it is. Somewhere near there, anyway), but that is not so ancient as to pre-date the Tilt Wheel. And yet. Apparently not on this model.
Grrr. She is coming back at some point today. And I will have my car back. I don't mean to sound bitchy - if she was going out of town again next weekend, I'd do the arrangement all over again. I'm nice. I don't mind discomfort for short periods of time if it precludes the safety of my friends. BUT. I am still glad she is coming back today. I love my car. It's me. And, it's kind to my knees.
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