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Perhaps it's just some postprandial silliness (can a Caesar salad make you loopy? loopier?), but reading your aversion to co-worker hugs post brought to mind a brief but very vivid imagining, rendered as either handheld vid horror film or highly ironic humor video, of said co-worker -- let's call him Bobo, for the sake of brevity (which this sentence most certainly has already eschewed) -- Bobo, then, running after you, not in the actual work setting but some vague and blurry outdoor setting, blubbering I JUST WANT A HUG! I JUST WANT A HUG!, tears welling, mouth full of saliva strings, voice in some overwrought Homer Simpson timbre, arms flailing like dead eels or filiform jelly, gait completely shambling and Yeti-like, and you running before him with the celerity of those who genuinely fear their very existence imperiled, hands clutched at ears, hair trailing in a blur, removing the air from your lungs in the trademark horror movie scream of sanguinity at a volume indicating a more than healthy adrenal response and the choice between fight or flight having been made affirming the latter; this as perhaps a 10-second clip, in toto, and entirely without context, thus leading to the question of horror or comedy; upon replaying the clip in my mind, I notice that there is, indeed, a white streak in your hair, noticeable beneath the clutching (right) hand, the fingers of which hand (and, it should be noted, the other hand as well) are shaking in the manner of someone who has gone seriously overboard on coffee, or perhaps in the manner of some sort of scalp massage (were it not for the fact that this would be a rather unlikely time for such self-relaxation).
Anyway. The visualization was funny to me.
Not sure how far I've wormed into your mental space, but I have appropriated your journal as a place to drop a few notes about myself, and I realized that it's 50 days until one of those "milestone" class reunions. Not to spoil the fun of guessing, but the only other reunion I went to was the last one, and that was the 25th. I could launch into the full extent of how much that fact alone sucks, but cf. my first sentence/paragraph of this post and imagine, if you will, a great deal of profanity and vituperation over the cruelty and inexorability of time's passage. That said, I'm aging well, or better than a lot of my coevals, and to drop another 10 pounds would help ice that.
So, my plan is to better implement into my own life some of the things I've been suggesting for you: better sleep, less stress, less wine. Hoping it all synchronistically leads to better energy, getting me past this nagging weight plateau, and moving on to the next phase. A good bit more to it than that, but enough already.
Originally posted by justyouraveragecavemenView Post
*hangs head* I'm sorry about commandeering your journal. Now, back to training my horse to salsa, right after I clean my gun.
At one barn I was part of, there was a horse that moved perfectly to match Queen's "Killer" for a freestyle test (dressage to music- like competative skating). However, I didn't suggest it because I wasn't sure that the lyrics "She's a Killer Queen" should be part of the song for a gelding.
See how many fine and hilarious posts hit this thread while I was typing my nonsense, above? Good work, all.
That is an awesome mental image, FW- and about how I felt about it!
Good luck on knocking their socks off. 50 days is plenty of time. Feel free to poke in here if you need folks to keep you in line. I seem to have aquired quite a few cheerfully encouraging drill sargents (I've never been to a highschool reunion. The district that I spent most of my time in I didn't graduate from and the one I did graduate from was too small for individual reunions- you just showed up to Homecoming if you chose.)
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Originally Posted by TheFastCat: Less is more more or less
I'm ok with being compared to Polgara Mine might have started with Anne McCaffrey's Damia since I'd never be able to pull of The Rowan's full white.
I'm not saying I would, Caveman, just that I know it's one way to do it. And I'm not sure a knife would work anyway. You need to traumatize the area, but not remove/actually kill the folicles. A hairless scar on my scalp would be much less attractive.
Polgara made me pause alot during pages
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Wow, take a morning off and you guys go nuts! Yes, I am very much a kenesthetic learner - gotta have my hands in it! And another Anne McCaffrey fan - OMG - she's my fav - have a bookshelf overflowing with all of her books! And who is this new annoyer? Gotta check this crap out! Love the white steak idea - I always thought they were cool as hell! Some day I'll get a purple one! Maybe when I'm 50 and driving my Porsche with the top down...