Grumble mumble... kids on my lawn...

I'm getting old, folks. I used to have four or five white hairs in my beard, and I would pluck them once a month or so. Over the past three months, a whole crop of white hairs have popped up.

The problem with plucking the white hairs is that I never manage to get the hair I want on the first try - my beard is pretty short, but somehow wily enough that I would almost always pull out a black hair or two before I would get the white hair I was going for.

I took a picture on my chin whiskers, then inverted the image to make the white hairs stand out. Good Lord, there are far more than I feared! I see at least fifty, and if I pulled two blacks for every white, I would pull a total of 150 hairs. That won't work for me. I don't see dying my beard - the flat black, dyed look seems so fake.

So it seems white-whiskerhood, here I come. At this rate, they'll all be calling me 'Grandpa' at work by December. I'll be able to get a Santa job at the mall without donning a fake beard. (Which is good, because I hate haggling.)

Misheard, Just Wrong

"He's so old, he doesn't even beat his wife anymore."
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My knee is acting up, musbe gonna rain

It's not a sign of increasing age, is it? When I hear a new musical group, I automatically compare them to someone else.

Who is this? oh, Universal Honey - sounds like Chrissie Hynde of The Pretenders.

Lana Lane, huh, sounds like Ann Wilson of Heart.

Who was that? Hmn, Yeah Yeah Yeahs - sounds a bit like Siouxsie and the Banshees...

NTS: "Buy Apple"

Sometimes as I'm thinking back over my life, I'll realize good god, that was 15 years ago! Or worse, 25!

Some memories are so vivid that I get a little bit scared - feels as if I think too deeply about the past, I might POP! back to that point, and then I'd be stuck reliving all that stuff.

That's not to say reliving the good times wouldn't be fun, not that there wouldn't be opportunities to be had, but so much of it was boring.