A real “I Did It for Science”

Since I’m moving, I’m eating whatever random food I have in my fridge. I discovered skunky Miller Lite from my birthday, so instead of throwing it away, I tried washing my hair in it.

I haven’t heard of anyone doing that since the 70’s, but I had nothing to lose. This morning, I used my usual Pantene shampoo/conditioner. After rinsing, I cracked open a warm one, and poured it on my head. After a rinse, and a towel dry, I styled normally (that means I didn’t style at all) and headed off to work.

I can’t say that I smell boozy, but every once in a while, I’ll catch the yeasty waft of beer, and wonder if it’s my imagination.

My hair looks and feels exactly the same.
Nerve.com has an ongoing feature called “I Did It for Science”. Fetish bars,
Craigslist nude housecleaning, etc. are explored under the thin officiality of a mildly scientific format. I freaking love it.

This time, it was dressing like a dude. As usual, I had to stifle my giggles. There are people at work here.

The best part was that Rev. Jen, as a dude, reminds me of a certain other fellow.
Rev. Jen win

I Did It For Schmience: Beer Rinse

Since I’m moving, I’m eating whatever random food I have in my fridge. I discovered skunky Miller Lite from my birthday, so instead of throwing it away, I tried washing my hair in it.

I haven’t heard of anyone doing that since the 70’s, but I had nothing to lose. This morning, I used my usual Pantene shampoo/conditioner. After rinsing, I cracked open a warm one, and poured it on my head. After a rinse, and a towel dry, I styled normally (that means I didn’t style at all) and headed off to work.

I can’t say that I smell boozy, but every once in a while, I’ll catch the yeasty waft of beer, and wonder if it’s my imagination.

My hair looks and feels exactly the same.

Pack animal

I scored mad boxes at janky Jewel last night, and started packing. I have a mountain of unwanted goods and services in a corner of my bedroom. I am fairly proud of my ability to stay on task with all of this. I am neither waiting till the last minute, nor exclusively using plastic garbage bags.

It was so warm, though, that I ended up doing a majority of the packing wearing nothing but underpants and a sharpie (tucked in the band).

Sorry, Mom, if that was too much.

Anyway, the dream I had last night involved moving to another foreign country to be an au pair, again. There was a little boy and a little girl, just like last time. The difference is that the kids liked me, and we had fun. At one point, I knit the boy a very specific looking doll – it looked a lot like Jack Skellington, but with a cowboy hat.

I’d draw and post it, but you’d be like “What’s that little stick figure for?”

Logical conclusion

I, my friends, had a stellar weekend. I ate an amazing green curry, watched Blade, had the best guacamole ever, drank martinis, danced, watched Jason pack, and had my first manicure/pedicure experience. Not too shabby for my second-to-last weekend in town. Oh, I got a call on Saturday from the person judging my TKGA master knitter submission. She wanted to make sure to mail my swatches back to the best address. Because I’ll be neither in Waukegan nor Champaign, she’s mailing them to Jason’s. I’m so freaking excited.

New obsession

Somehow I got sidetracked reading my daily BoingBoing, and ended up drooling over Art Deco Brownies. That’s when I remembered I was in love with Yashica Mat cameras, and have spent the last hour looking for one on Ebay. Whew. I’ve got to stop. I might as well take up horse riding and oil painting. I like expensive hobbies.

cameras

Goodness. That’s unfortunate.

Last night was Nolan‘s last show (for now? till they all move to Minneapolis? till they’re in their 40s?) and Sauza tequila was promoting the show. Not only did I get shots of margarita in a handy dandy shot glass complete with tether (don’t worry Jason, I got you one), but the Sauza wenches were taking Polaroids to help all of us remember the evening – helpful, because their product was doing the opposite.

I can’t believe how badly I photograph. I mean, a friend once said he never hit on me because he was scared of my teeth. I look like I’m about to eat the photo wench.
sonya

Lena used to make fun of me because I also have a kind of ratface smile. This is much much worse.

Tim, on the other hand, looks normal, and kind of even happy. It does not look like he is dead inside, which surprised him.

New thing! New thing!

Jason, in a fit of awesomeness, put a real gallery on my site. Now, when you click on the gallery (up there in the right-hand corner) it pulls up a list of galleries that will contain my shocking, awe-inspiring, nudie, family, friendly, gorgeous work. Look for more images after this week.

Who am I kidding. I’ll post and tell you all about it, including the f-stop I used.
It's a paper bag.

Brokety

My computer has been giving me little peeps of death. There were just a few symptoms, but it was enough to warrant going to the Apple Store to be fixed. Plus I have about a month left on my AppleCare, and I’ll never be this close to an Apple Store again.

What else will I not be near after this month?

Whole Foods
REI
H&M
Quimbys
All of Chicagoland

Bah. Usually lists make me feel better.