Lee, I make jokes. The thing about jokes is that they are bound to offend someone.

I poke fun at the conversations here because I am hopeful that some of the participants will pick up on the irony and thereby get a smile.

In other words: phb-b-b... t.

sarameg, it may make you feel better to know that the stylist who did my hair for my wedding doesn't do braids. Just plain refuses. So it's not like everyone in the world can be expected to braid on demand.

t cornrows his beard

How is the Wire a movie thing? You can rent it on video, and that thread has actual, you know, slow periods so even Corwood, new dad, can hang out in there. And we both make the other one think of Baltimore or something, I can't explain it.

cornrows his beard

That's a hell of a look, but I did like it on Samuel L. Jackson.

I'm drinking rum. It's a rum, fresh citrus (lime, lemon), soda and Maraschino concoction.

Le sigh. I have to go to Livermore tomorrow. All day in Livermore. Feh.

And on the topic of banks enslaving us, I like the way they give me spendable money that I otherwise would not have, and do not feel that they charge too much for the service. Because living within my means is not always very comfortable.

My sympathies, Hec. The main mental images I have of Livermore are heat and dust and traffic. I hope the baseball part is fun.

erikaj ... I get that. If I could find the frickin' thing, I would join youse guys there.

I haven't found a viable alternative to banks. However, charging me to talk to a teller seems a little...petulant.

Around here, there are a lot of salons that are black-hair only ( and I've seen prices advertised at $100/ hour for braids!), so I've always presumed there is special treatment involved. But I don't know! The only hair other than my own that I've played with was my high school best friend's siblings, and that was just thick hair. And hell, couldn't even french braid my own hair when it was long. Certainly don't want to screw up an 11 year old's pretty hair.