Tuesday, August 26, 2003

Two Small Interesting Thoughts and One Long Boring Thought

Mark Alessi claims that 100% of his people support him, including freelancers. The only ones who are unhappy are "planned attrition". So it's ok to lie to freelancers that you don't plan on giving more work to? I swear, if I didn't like CrossGen books, I'd avoid them like a plague from here on out. Alessi owes some freelancers a serious apology, and until he delivers it, he's scum in my book. Dirk Deppey over at Journalista also notes that we haven't heard anything, negative or positive, from other creators at CrossGen. That's one heckuva non-disclosure agreement.

Kitten story from Neil Gaiman. Some folks will remember that I originally linked to Neil when he posted an amusing story about washing his cat. This one is even funnier. Many thanks to Elayne for the link to the furball story

And on to boring personal stuff:

It's time. I need to cut my hair. This won't have any significance for most of you, who don't know me. It won't even mean much to many who do know me, except that you'll mourn the loss of my almost-a-foot long ponytail.

When I was a very little girl, I hated having long hair. Long hair meant tangles, and ripping and pain while brushing. Long hair meant time spent on hair that could have been better spent on other things, like playing. I believe I may have expressed this a few times, and when I got old enough to choose my own hair length, I generally kept it short, shoulder length at the most. When I got into college, I stopped going to get haircuts, and it grew out, but not as far as I would have liked. I couldn't seem to get it to grow, in those four years, long enough to put into a proper ponytail.

When I got out of college, I wanted short hair again, and I so I got it. I practically got a buzzcut at one point, telling the hairdresser, "As long as my scalp isn't showing, you haven't gotten it too short."

One thing I've noticed throughout the years, though, is that whenever I need a change of luck, I need to change my hair. For whatever internal reasons, cutting my hair, or growing it out, or altering the way it's styled always results in a change of luck for the better. When I lost my old job, I grew my hair out and literally a month after I made up my mind to seriously grow it out to ponytail length I found my current job.

Now I'm having a run of bad luck. I keep getting sick. I know that hair has little or nothing to do with it, but I know for a fact that things will get a bit better if I cut my hair. So it's time. I know this is the right choice, because as I fell asleep last night, I had fantasies of having short hair again, and they were all extremely pleasant.

The only thing is, I want to keep the ponytail, and I'm not sure how I can do that. I've never, in my entire life, been able to grow my hair out this long before. So I'd like to save my ponytail for... I'm not sure what for. I'm thinking of chopping it off before I go to the hairdresser, as I've noticed hairdressers have an aversion to cutting very long hair (because they are afraid the customer will have massive regret attacks, I suspect). But how to I save it? Ideally, I'd put it on the back of one of my baseball caps so I can have a ponytail again if I want one. I'm just not sure how to cut it to make that doable, and how to attach it to a baseball cap, and all that jazz...

Anyway, sometime in the next couple of weeks, my hair will meet the scissors.

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