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… say can you see … my eyes if you can … then my hair’s too short …

Do the guys on the hair restoration ads really believe that their new crops of follicles actually look real?  Some look like shag carpet, some look like farm forests (if you’ve ever seen a paper farm, with all the trees growing in lines, you’ll know what I mean), some look like ferrets crawled up the guys back and settled in on their cranium.  Regardless of their form, it must be said that almost all look ridiculous.

There are also seemingly numerous companies all claiming to be the “only” proven way to restore natural hair.  Yes, I know, I watch too much TV!  It’s crazy though — I thought that fact-checking was supposed to be done on commercials before they were allowed to be aired.

It’s a good thing that I have plenty of my own hair, or I might be tempted to try one of these out, so my head could make people point and laugh.  Oh, hang on, people do that already, and I didn’t even have to spray-paint my bald spot!

… and I tell myself it’s just a blue day … and I wouldn’t have it any other way …

If you think about it, it’s blatantly obvious why smurfs are blue: hundreds of little males and only one woman.

I guess balls can only hold so much blue before they overflow.

… feel my head touch my face … two steps back you’re in my space …

When you get on an escalator, can you stand on the step right behind someone or do you have to leave an empty step?

If you stand on the step right behind them, are you tailgating? Are you sending a message to them, asking them to move to the side so that you can pass? Are you just being rude? If they don’t move, are they being rude?

… food, glorious food … what wouldn’t we give for … that extra bit more …

I was contemplating my bowl of Special K the other morning, but I don’t think I could have put it any better than Willo.

evasive cereal bits..
why is it that when there are only a few more flakes swimming around in the milk, they can be so tricky to get on the spoon? it’s like all of a sudden they TRY to dodge it.. “oh shit, here it comes! Run to the other side of the bowl - quick!”

… say don’t you remember … I’m your pal … buddy can you spare a dime …

The NBA All-star game is on this weekend, thankfully, not in L.A. Last year when it was here, I tried going to a pub to see the band Buchanan play and stupidly forgot my wallet, which meant I only had $15 in my pocket. Usually, that would get me in the parking lot ($8) and in the door ($6), with a whole dollar to my name, and no beer in my hand! The joys of capitalism fell upon me, however, when I arrived at the usual parking lot to find their going price jacked up to $20. Needless to say, with no street parking to be found, it was a short night.

That’s all kind of irrelevant, but I figured I’d throw it in anyway. My real question is this: why do basketball people call assists, “dimes”? I’ve thought about how it might have come to be, but haven’t come up with anything that might border on being valid. I know, I hear you yelling, “Google is your friend”, but that would just ruin the mystery.

Making nicknames for things, and abbreviating words is pretty common in the sports world, but basketball has some doozies. I remember once hearing someone say that a player hit the three pee jay in two oh tee for the double ewe. Just seems like a waste of thought to me. Oh, translation for those who preferred the sandbox to sports in school — he hit a three point jump shot in double overtime to win the game.

Of course, if I had had some more dimes, nickels, washingtons, jacksons, or even benjamins in my pocket last year, I could have seen the band play.