Does anyone know anything about the Bem Sex Role Inventory? Is it significantly outdated? Are there more current versions of same floating around that I could read up on?

I spent an inordinate amount of time trying to guide what I think was a queen honeybee out one of my front windows this morning - she was absolutely determined to bump against the windowpanes and plow into cobwebs rather than follow the fresh air to the open part.

I wanna get in the line where I choke the shit out of ita's fuckwad of an ER doctor.

I have leftover rage from the bad haircut. I had an appointment at a devacurl salon yesterday to fix my awful haircut, but they canceled as I was on my way to the salon. I'm leaving for vacation friday, and so I just took my ramping up annoyance back to Rudy's and gave them an earful about the bad haircut.

I asked the woman who was assigned to my irritated self if she knew how to cut curly hair.

"What do you mean?"

I mean, "have you been trained to cut curly hair?"

She said, "well let's wash it and talk about what you need."

"No," I said, fucking seething." "You don't know how to cut curly hair. Because you don't WASH curly hair. You don't cut it wet."

"Well, that's a choice."

She was looking at me like I was a moron, and I was looking at her in exactly the same way. But I have twenty years of being a scary motherfucker over her, so I went for the jugular.

"Yes. You can choose to cut it incorrectly, because you don't know any better, and were not trained to cut anything but straight white-girl hair, or, you can cut it correctly, and charge $120 for a cut, like the curly hair specialist."

With that she admitted that she didn't know how to cut it dry, so I said to wet it down, and I gave her super specific instructions. She did exactly what I told her to do, so I gave her twenty bucks even though the salon wasn't charging me for the cut.

It looks ok.

I prefer justified text, as long as it's properly hyphenated. I have on occasion decided not to buy certain print books because they have ragged-right text and/or are missing hyphenation. It's unprofessional. Learn how to use InDesign people, it's your freaking job.

THIS. All of it. H&Js aren't goddamn hard.

And the LA Marathon killed my morning plans to get a new case and some finger picks at guitar center.

My first world problems are stacking up, people!

I need to jumo-start some productivity, but I am just tired and brain-dead. I hung out with and stayed the night at my friend's house for her bday/St. Pat's party. I slept fine, and I only got a little tipsy...but I don't wannt do nothin' today.

But I should, I should!

My brain is far too stupid to do any writy/website/biz things, so I think I will finish some household projects and straighten up my office. Slowly. With many breaks.

It's REALLy nice today, and I should go clean out the front garden patch and start my basil and cilantro seedlings, but it's just far to strenuous to contemplate.

Allyson, that's why I never go to a stylist unless someone else with curly hair has recommended them. I have had far too many bad experiences.

Well, I stained the front porch bistro set. My car has gas. And I only have a small amount of stain-freckles.

Yeah, Hil. I sometimes wait too long between cuts and go bananas at the wrong place. I usually just use Rudy's for special effects hair dye and a bang trim.

But he even fucked up the dye. I thought he was just wetting my hair down in the sink (Special effects is applied on damp hair) but he was actually dumping the bottle on my head in the sink, and combing it through with his fingers. Then he sat me under the dryer with it capped, which is right, but as I was reading, i noticed that my head was not warm. Fucker forgot to put the dryer DOWN.

I think Rudy's mostly employs hairdressers according to the number of visible tattoos they have.

It's a cold snowy slushy day here. IE, as soon as I'm done with work, it's nap-with-a-cat time.