Compulsive Hair Disorder
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family, food, funny
Nephew: Excuse me? I have an important question. How powerful is Captain Britain? Could he beat Superman?
Me, having already described the “the one who serves the story best” aspect of this kind of question and delighted to be asked: I *believe* CB’s power is drawn from the spirit of the British people, so potentially yes but probably only under certain circumstances.
Nephew: Right, great, okay. How about Captain Britain against Juggernaut?
Me: They’d go toe to toe.
Nephew departs, totally happy ♥ :)
I made Blackberry Pi on Monday, in celebration of Pi Day. It set up *perfectly* and is a wonderful blend of tart and smooth. SO NUMMY!
This morning I made Lazy Baker’s Cinnamon Rolls, which is to say, I used storebought puff pastry for the dough. I thought they were rather wonderful, although the other people in the house thought the regular ones with homemade dough are better. Ted, however, conceded that this was a lot *easier*. :)
Last summer I said, for some reason, that I had quite a lot of grey hair at my temples. Dad, to whom I was speaking, said, “Nah, that’s just the sunlight hitting it,” then leaned forward for a better look and was like, “…oh, no, wow, you’re right, you really do…”
It’s possible I should stop bleaching my hair for the movie-style Rogue stripe and go with Classic Rogue, streaked at the temples, since that’s what my hair is doing anyway. Although it *does* have a movie-style streak of white. It’s just that it’s in the middle of my head–you can see it in the part, in this picture–rather than at the front. You had ONE JOB, hair…!“Mmmm,” Indy said, breathing in the scent of the new book, “it smells like fresh ink!”
And last, because the above was clearly not enough pictures, I’ve done another couple pages in the Elfquest coloring book, and the second page of the graphic novel ‘coloring book’. The latter is actually really satisfying because I can do a panel and feel like I’ve Accomplished Something, but the color on all of these is particularly bad because I just took photos instead of trying to scan them in. The originals are prettier. :)
This was a lot of purple. It really doesn’t look like it, it looks more heavily green here, but it’s a *lot* of purple.
I did this all in one day, of which I am disproportionately proud. Apparently I really am five. And the colors are so much nicer for real than in the photo, but oh well. Also, does anybody else worry about Savah and her skinny neck holding that giant gold plate on her head all the time, or is that just me…?
I’m going to try to get to a convention with the Pinis sometime and get them to sign this thing. Even if I only have twelve pages done. :)
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chd: my brain is trying to trick me
I’m suffering from a bad case of compulsive hair disorder and my brain is trying to trick me. I just saw a woman (a Topshop model, actually, featured in the image on this post) with a good layered haircut, chin-length layers around the face and blunt-cut shoulder length layers for the rest. I thought, “That looks great, I could do that!”
Except I hate layers on me. I have a great deal of hair, but it’s too straight: layers end up making it look thin and limp. (Yes, I know, that’s exactly what layers are supposed to avoid. It doesn’t work on me.) Every single time I have ever gotten a layered haircut, within the month I have returned to get it all cut off to the shortest layer length. My brain is trying to trick me.
And EVEN THOUGH I KNOW my brain is trying to trick me, part of me is going, “But it was a really good cut! Maybe this time I’d like the layers!”
Stupid, stupid brain. :p
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things make a post
No wonder I’m tired. I’ve walked something on the order of 30 miles in the past four days.
Today I bopped out on my own for a couple of hours and stopped by SubCity, one of the local comic shops. Turns out half one on a Sunday is a great time to go hang out and chat for a while, so I spent a lovely 45 minutes or so talking with Rob, the proprietor, who’s a friend of ours. Amazing how going out and talking to people I’m not related to makes me feel like more of a real person. And I bought the Warren Ellis run on Astonishing X-Men whilst there, so. :)
One of the nicest things about going to SubCity is I almost always walk past the massage place on my way back again, which always makes me stop in and see if anybody’s got time for a quick chair massage. Somebody did today, so I got a little fifteen minute shoulder squish. I wish I could do that approximately every other day, with a proper massage once a week…
I failed to buy new walking shoes, because the place where I get ’em wasn’t having a sale. I hope they do soon, because I’ve really already worn the two pair I have out. But I did stop into a not-so-much-walking-shoe store and admired how the pair of shoes that instantly caught my eye were the most expensive ones available. I’ve a real knack for doing that, so I do.
It should come as no surprise to anyone who’s read my blog for more than a few minutes that I have very little skill or patience with my hair. I’ve been trying for … some time now … to successfully French braid it. It’s never worked. After staring grimly at my How To Braid Hair book, though, I began to suspect something, and today I decided to follow through with the hash that I was making of the French braid. This is what happened:
Apparently it’s called a Dutch braid, and it’s what happens if you braid under, rather than over, which is how I always braid my hair. I didn’t really *know* it was how I did it, or rather, that it wasn’t how everybody does it, although I always had the vague sensation that the tops of my braids, at the scalp, didn’t look like other people’s. Now I know why.That picture also happens to demonstrate nicely how, how in one’s imagination, braiding a Rogue stripe makes a big fat bright streak through the whole of one’s braid, but how in reality, well, this is what happens. And this is an unusually *good* showing of the bright streak: frequently it disappears entirely into the body of the braid.
And now, having shared all that scintillating information with you, I shall go finish the dishes, read a book, and go to bed. :)
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compulsive hair disorder
The other day–several days ago now, on a brief shining moment of sunlight which has not been seen again, sigh–I got a look at the amount of white on my scalp. I actually have an *excellent* natural Rogue streak going on. Unfortunately, it’s the stripe of hair that falls down over my ears, rather than being at the front or even at the temples, classic Rogue style. I muttered something about this on FB–I don’t mind the white, but couldn’t it at least come in at the front, too, so I could just dye the rest of it brown and leave the white for a natural stripe?–and my friend Chrisber, amused, said, “It’s one of the great conflicts: Man vs. Nature, Catie vs. Her Hair…” :)
Anyway, with EasterCon coming up next weekend, I figured this was a good time to redo the Rogue stripe. I can’t find powder bleach here that’s nearly as effective as the stuff I can buy in America, so I’m now sporting quite goldy-colored roots. Still, every time I redo this and have the abrupt contrast from one color to the other, it makes me happy again. And perhaps some platinuming blonde stuff now that it’s been pre-lightened will finish off the color more accurately. :)
