If you want to get into the drawing tomorrow, you need to comment on my post: Free Bike = Youthful Fun. My First Contest! with your favorite healthy snack by the end of today, Saturday.
Drawing tomorrow. Hopefully on video. Hopefully from my bike. Off to pump up a tire right now...
Sometimes I go ages without logging into Site Meter, but generally I pop in every few days just to check where people are coming from, to see if anyone linked to me and I missed it, and to check the basic level of my traffic.
A glance at Google search terms is always fun.
One thing that always catches my eye is links coming in from email programs like Yahoo and Gmail. You can tell what post was in the email, and I always think it's cool that someone was moved to email a link to something I wrote.
Usually, it's one of my IUD posts.
But recently, someone read my post, Gen X and Gen Y in song. (Weezer & Flobots, respectively) and apparently emailed it to a bunch of people. Who all clicked on the link and read it, but no one commented.
What a mystery, huh? Did they think I was onto something? Or did they think I'm an idiot? Weezer fan? Flobots fan? (For the record, I rock out to both, baby.)
Gen Y commentary, perhaps, about those cranky old Gen Xers? Gen Xer sending out a hell yeah?
It's a Mystery to Me.
OK, I have no idea how it is if you buy your comic books from a bricks and mortar comic store. I could never keep track of or deal with that, so I buy my comics online from Things from Another World.
Now, every issue of Buffy Season Eight has a regular cover and then every four books are printed with a variant cover.
So. If you want to guarantee that you receive the variant cover, you have to order four copies of every book. This is absurd, and luckily, I prefer the regular artwork anyway. It's absolutely stunning.
But. If you want to guarantee that you receive the regular cover, you have to order two copies. Otherwise, you risk receiving the variant cover on your one issue, thereby not having a complete and beautiful set of the regular covers.
At first, I would just order my one and cross my fingers. But then, if the variant cover arrived, I had to reorder - and then I still had to reorder two to make sure I got what I wanted. So now I order two copies.
Except somehow I accidentally ordered three of an upcoming issue, and it seems too late to cancel one, at least, not without calling about it. Who wants to bet I don't even get the variant on that one?
Oh, and the one time I really, really liked the variant? Of course, didn't get it. I might have ordered four to get this one, but I didn't see it in time:
What's beyond annoying is that now what I have is:
That last one would have me stark raving mad if I stopped to think about it.
It's not the cost; comics books are under $3. But the annoyance, and hello, the paper involved in these equations??? The fact that people are ordering four copies every issue to get those variant covers just seems like such a paper suck.
I guess what most annoys me, though, is that I have to order extra copies just to ensure that I receive a complete set of the normal covers. I don't want any of these extra copies! The whole system is the suck.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to read Wolves at the Gate Part 3 (#14) before I go to bed. Gee, which of my matching copies should I crack?
(I am happy about my free Hellboy I got for Free Comic Book Day.)
I'm just kidding; please don't send pics.
But there must be something wrong with me, because the second I laid eyes on this picture (h/t Mamarazzi), Oh My God:
I want to see everyone in these underwear, in this picture, it's so unbelievably, hysterically rainbowlicious.
Seriously, take a minute and picture like five people you know subbed into this picture. With the red heart lollipop, people. Looking back with one hand on the wall. And I mean anyone. Your husband, your favorite blogger, your senator, your favorite movie star, anyone.
IT'S RIDICULOUS.
I swear, when I go to bed tonight, you're all coming with me, and we're all going to listen to Kermit the Frog singing Rainbow Connection in our rainbow underwear and white tank tops.
SWEET DREAMS...
Today is the one year anniversary of the last time I had my hair colored.
When I started, I didn't give much thought to the fact that hair grows about 6 inches a year - And what that means if I don't want to get a short haircut. In fact, what I probably should have done to celebrate the one year mark is go get all the remaining dyed hair cut off, no matter how shorn and miserable that left me.
Instead, I got a good trim on Saturday and had a breakdown about my half-and-half hair because it is DRIVING ME MAD. Here's a better shot of what I'm dealing with:
I'm seriously miserable about it. I'm self-conscious enough about the gray without having to deal with the visual weight of the dyed hair hanging, hanging on the bottom.
But the length of it is still shorter than I like - and destined to get shorter. I mean, there's going to be a day when I've just got to do it. I'm trying to hang in there to minimize the trauma of it. Right now I'm thinking end of summer. It's got to get past my ears, I'd say.
I'm playing this game where it grows an inch longer and I cut the bottom an inch shorter. Someday the cut will be at the end of the natural hair, and my personal hair hell will end and the lengthening can begin again. Still, on that day, it will be shorter than it is in these pics.
Unless, I'm thinking maybe once all the pieces framing my face are natural, I won't care so much about the bottom inches, and I'll be able to leave it a little longer.
Meanwhile, I went to a poker tournament on Friday night with mostly people I was meeting for the first time and felt totally self-conscious about it. A young guy gave me a strange look early on in the evening, and I was uncomfortable about my hair from that point on, although most everyone was friendly and I did OK for my second tournament ever. (I came in 7th out of like 35 peeps, but I played almost too tight, I think.)
Back to my hair (so much less interesting than poker), I do really worry that even when it's fully grown out, the gray makes me unattractive.
*I* like it - But I'm terrified about how it effects people's perception of me.
I do feel confident that I will feel a lot better about it on the day that the last bit of dyed hair is cut off. Months and months and months from now.
Sob.
I wish this post was more triumphant, but I'm honestly having a really hard time with it right now.
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