29 February 2012

Out of bed look, not for everyone, Diana Ross ain’t got shit on me.

Hair has always been somewhat of a thing for me. At one time I even quit my job and rejected a very good new job offer when they demanded I’d cut my hair.

[at this point you should be humming “my hair” from the musical hair]

It’s not because of the music I like, it’s not because of my viewpoints on politics or the environment, though yes I could at times be described as a left-winged-metalhead-hippie. Short hair basically looks awful on me and those long curls give me a look that at least stands out in a crowd. And there is that weird rebellious feeling of freedom and fighting the system, unnecessary, unfounded and possibly ridiculous.. but it’s there and I love it.

Now without control and strong supervision my hair becomes a mix between the glory days of Diana Ross and the mythical Medusa. Birds and small mammals have been known to disappear near my head when the “do” goes unchecked for too long. The fun really starts when I brush my hair in the morning and a gargantuan ‘fro enters reality.

yeah brushing my hair when dry, not a good thing...
after "taming" my hair the results are acceptable though
I shower every day and use ridiculous amounts of hair products to keep it al from going Catweazle, but hey… it’s worth it. 

Yes the pics look crappy, because I look crappy... guess what, I feel crappy...

And hey, here's the lyrics to the song.... 

She asks me why
I'm just a hairy guy
I'm hairy noon and night
Hair that's a fright
I'm hairy high and low
Don't ask me why
Don't know
It's not for lack of break
Like the Grateful Dead

Gimme head with hair

Long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming,
Streaming, flaxen, waxen

Give me down to there hair

Shoulder length or longer
Here baby, there mama
Everywhere daddy daddy

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair

Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair

Let it fly in the breeze

And get caught in the trees
Give a home to the fleas in my hair
A home for fleas
A hive for bees
A nest for birds
There ain't no words
For the beauty, the splendor, the wonder
Of my...

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair

Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair

I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy

Snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty
Oily, greasy, fleecy
Shining, gleaming, streaming
Flaxen, waxen
Knotted, polka-dotted
Twisted, beaded, braided
Powdered, flowered, and confettied
Bangled, tangled, spangled, and spaghettied!

Oh say can you see

My eyes if you can
Then my hair's too short

Down to here

Down to there
Down to where
It stops by itself

They'll be ga ga at the go go

When they see me in my toga
My toga made of blond
Biblical hair

My hair like Jesus wore it

Hallelujah I adore it
Hallelujah Mary loved her son
Why don't my mother love me?

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair

Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair

23 February 2012

So yeah I'm on insulin....

So I have had this diabetes type thingy for a few years now. Since last monday diet and pills don't cut it anymore and now I'm on insulin. Kinda sucks for a number of reasons, but it will most likely greatly improve my health.

Anyway in case any of you are interested, this is how it looks. And it's true, you can barely feel the needle.

Looks like a case for an expensive pen right?

well in a way it is.
It's important to make sure the fluid is mixed completely.

Mixed and all it's time to screw the needle on it and
select the right dose on the "pen".

And here it is, dial turned to eight units (that's what most
start out with) needle ready to pierce the body....

That's my well muscled upper leg, jab the needle in, push the
"pen" and leave it in for ten seconds.

Now throw away the needle in the junky bin.
So that's it, easy as pie.

BTW The Sugarpill sticker on my laptop is pure coincidence.

09 February 2012


I used to love winter. Going out sledding, ice skating, having snow ball battles all the way from home to school. I even built a snow fort or two, awesome!!! So where did it go wrong, where did I become this cynical anti-Jack Frost? Well for starters having to plough your way to work in the cold and dark, may sound like something adventurous or even romantic, going through the actual thing… not so much. I arrive at work with feet frozen and ice in my beard and mustache but my back dripping with sweat. I start my half hour journey with a hoodie, a scarf and my jacket closed up to my chin and usually end the trip with scarf discarded and all my garments opened down to my t-shirt.

And than there is that weird animal loving thing I have, seeing signs of missing pets, ducks and swans stuck in the ice and small animals having extreme trouble due to snow and frost makes it impossible for me to enjoy this weather nowadays. It makes me get a bit irritated with people who promote the whole winter fun thing, when people have actually frozen to death.

06 February 2012

not dead

No I’m not dead… I am having a sort of break form blogging though. I will update from time to time, but most of my blogging-energy right no goes to my column on enchanting beauty here, that’s yay for Dutchies and Boooooh for those not proficient in this magical language of pure poetry.

Seriously though, none-sensical ranting and bantering will continue on this bat-channel in the near future…

At this time I will leave you with this… 2012 has yet to stop sucking as much.