c and m

if you must do that ring-book-heart-shadow photo that people on flickr seems to lurve so much, why not spiff it up a bit?
i’m just sayin’…
(in order: hobbit sandwich; moozik; pointing at the shire)

lol, oh noes, bbq etc.

also: special prize for anyone who can tell me what the middle book is.
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so, while i was washing my long, luscious, locks in the shower this morning, I looked at the shampoo bottle.
It said something like

5 times more shiny, 5 times more manageable, …

So I wondered what the scientific definition of manageable is.
What units do you measure it in? Maybe via frustration, which is measured in swears per minute.

Anyway, this lead me to do some googling and it turns out that there are two types of scientists that work for the hair companies and that they’re constantly at war with each other, vying for supremacy and public recognition of their skills.

• The struck-off-the-register bio-chemists.
  They mostly went through varsity on bursaries because they were all top of their classes, some even went on and got fifteen minutes of fame through their PhD’s.
  But, they got cocky and they got greedy. They started doing unlicensed experiments down dark alleys and they got caught.
  Now they are reduced to doing tests, in grubby second-hand lab coats, on the silkyness and shinyness of hair. They are unhappy.
• The beautician scientists
  After the hard graft of a course to qualify as a Nail Technician and three months hard service at salons around the suburb, they found their dream jobs testing hair.
  They practise pseudo-science that the management love¹ and that the bio-chemists hate².
  “Mary, does your hair feel stronger today?”
  “Um, yeah.”
  “How much stronger?”
  “Um, lots.”
  “Yeah, but how much lots?”
  “Um… five times”

And that’s how it happens.

1 - because they can’t back up their claims with data
2 - because they can’t back up their claims with data

still sort of on holiday, but sort of back at work.

developed lots of rolls of film the other day, so have some cats:

WO0T
CRUNK
HEDGEY
BUX

Solo fridgery by kyk, IIRC.

Possibly.

I just met Christopher Eccleston.
He liked Teh Shop.

Woo!
I mean: Who!

Today’s FoK is, apparently, pink.
Just saw a lady (I think) walk past wearing a (bright!) pink t-shirt, (tight!) pink hotpants (in a towelling type material), and (slight!) pink slip-slops.

I knew I should have worn my other pants today…

Oh noes!

Naked on Kloof [FB group, goggle] is closing.
Today.

This makes me very sad.

That is all.

On the recent spedition with A and R, we were discussing speditioning around Obs (since it’s my new hood and all…).
We came up with the idea of becoming gorilla street artists (like guerilla street artists, except we only stencil / sticker images of gorillas).
I’m considering extending our mandate to guerilla advertising vandalism.

Most mornings I jump into the Kwikspar to grab some foodstuffs.
By the milk fridge is an A4 ad (for some kind of sachet you plonk into water to “purify” it…) with the tagline:

Are you struggling to drink water?

followed by ad blurb drivel.
I want to slap a sticker over the bottom bit.
Something like:

Try using a “Cup” ©™®
Can even be used for other liquids!

That is all.

a bit mad.