From there to here,
From here to there,
Crazy eyebrow hairs
Beware.
Here's one that's long,
Here's one that's grey,
Here's one that needs a pluck
Today.
just doesn't fit anywhere
Why is is that hairdressers suck at blow drying? Now I love my hairdresser - I really do. She cuts a mean haircut, and it works for me just the way I want it to, but she makes me leave the salon looking like Mary Tyler Moore with short hair. No-one ever wants to look like Mary Tyler Moore. Well, maybe some people do. Mary Tyler Moore probably does. Actually, she probably wishes that she looked like Pink, although that's absurd, since Pink predates MTM - but I bet she wished back then that she looked like the person...
In the fledgling moments of birth, this blog has rapidly gone through several iterations of title. I started it on a subdomain of mine that read my.spayce.com - which I've had set up on my domain since I registered the domain. But no sooner than I'd published the first entry I realised that I didn't want my own blog to have any vestiges of similarity to "myspace", so I moved it to this subdomain - creative.spayce.com. And the first name was also quickly changed from Introspective to Extrospective - I don't plan to give you a tour of the murky...
I've come to the conclusion that my body just doesn't like to be messed about with. A few months ago I had an operation on my sinuses. It was a comparitively non invasive procedure to open up and drain my maxillary sinus. Apart from a momentary attack of anaesthetic terror (I was afraid I'd never wake up) the operation went just fine. I woke up mere seconds after I went under, but someone had moved the clock hands around 3 hours. It was oddly familiar coming down - I was talkative, agitated and very dry mouthed. They'd used cocaine up...
I've struggled with addition for a long time. Well not to much struggled. I've embraced it pretty well for years. I accept that I live in a state of acceptance, and I manage the addiction quite strictly. But sometimes you get a reminder about the intensity of things in a rather sureal way, like a cosmic hand reaching down and slapping you silly. That's what I got when I found myself kissing the envelope in which the replacement valve for my cappucino machine arrived in. Without my mukka, I had to survive on coca cola. Instant coffee is totally unacceptable,...
Hearing the doorbell ring at 4.30 in the morning is a disconcerting thing. To start with, your subconscious has to wake up your conscious brain and get you moving. Then you spend a few seconds wondering what woke you, and then you barrel on down the stairs wondering how long it actually was since the button was pushed. And then of course - it's a policeman standing at the door. It's quite unreal. He's in his shirtsleeves, and must be freezing. My first thoughts are not even coherant. It's all we can manage to do to say "yes?". When he...
I know we've been quiet for a while - there hasn't been an official push since 6th November. But doesn't mean that behind the scenes is in any way quiet!...
I've just found out that an online friend of mine died a few months ago. I am totally shocked that someone so vibrant and brash as Dori could be gone, even though I knew how long she'd battled breast cancer. Dori was an ezmod when I was an ezmod. We never met in person, but we talked a lot when she was still working for ezboard. She left ez because of the cancer. I am feeling horribly guilty too, since the last time I spoke to her in person was the beginning of this year, and then emails quite a...
...Or so the witty saying goes. Two weeks until I fly to Sydney, with 2 small girls in my hand luggage. I've spent the last few days trying to sort out the e-tickets. Everything would have gone smoothly if I hadn't named dd2 with a boy's name. Some helpful soul in the ticketing department corrected what they thought was a mistake, and changed her to a master. Then they issued the tickets. I am sure that switching genders for the flight would not be successful, especially since the passport is quite specific about the nature of the gender. So I...
