The Daily Sabs

if you've been following this blog, you may know that i hate washing my hair. i absolutely hate it. it's officially a chore in my mind. but well hey, sometimes you just gotta suck it up and get the job done.

when scottel arrived at our house yesterday, he was scruffy, dirty, and looking like an old man. it's amazing what a shower and a shave can do. i'm not sure when the last time i saw him cleanly shaven was, but it's blowing my mind. i mean now he looks 17. and if he's 17, that means i'm younger than that and that logic works for me.

ps. randall and i having been playing dogwalker lately, we're going to steal that sushi dog if they're not careful.

pps. too hot today, too hot.

for the first time in my life, i hated being at the dentist. i haven't had that much dental work done (the standard cleanings, wisdom teeth removal, the usual stuff), but today there was a new gal who was a bit manhandly and not so gentle. she did the cleaning and the whole time i was squinting and making the "i'm in pain face." she kept saying sorry and readjusting the pressure on the tools, but man i could not wait for that thing to be over. afterwards the main dentist came back and took care of me. for a few minutes i kept thinking i was going to find a new one, but (1) i'm too lazy for that -- it's human nature i read it somewhere -- (2) he's actually a pretty good guy and i've been going there for over two years without problems, (3) his chair has a massager on it and you get to watch 30 rock while they clean your teeth.

yah, i got nothing today.

hey you guys!

ps. i don't remember why i made this face when someone said jackie chan, but i did.

pps. feeling a lot better today, and tomorrow i might even brave leaving the house for the first time in 4 days.

Sadly, the answer to that question is no for both of us (that's Annie in the background). And yet here we are, flipping through a bunch of 7" records like it's 1997 (or is that 1977 - which it just might be based on my outfit). Anyone need some Cupid Car Club?

oh and all those CDs in the background? folks still buy those too. isn't that novel?

ps. it was nice to meet you Annie's pal Matt

pps. go to Alembic, they have great drinks, and then stop and check out all the fun art currently at Giant Robot. it's great fun.

i'm not afraid to admit that i'm getting older. after all, we all age and until we master some sort of future-science, it's going to continue this way. each day i notice something that wasn't there before - a wrinkle here, a gray hair there, cellulite all over - but i don't freak out. it's just nature doing its thing.

however the last few weeks had me concerned about this area in the corner of my right eye. the skin grouped oddly there, and i kept thinking it was because i hadn't been getting enough sleep.  well a good night's sleep and some thoughts later, i realized what was happening. i have wink-enduced wrinkles, aka WINKLES!

you see, i am recovering over-winker. for some unknown reason winking was my schtick in college. I honestly couldn't control it, it was like smiling, it just happened, and i might add, it's been a seriously difficult habit to kick (and yes, i was even more ridiculous than a certain ms palin). the worst part is that i can't wink my left eye, meaning the right has had to do double duty. see those wrinkles in the top outer corner? well they don't exist on the other side. i can just see it now, when i'm and old lady my right eye will be like a sharpei, and i'll have to insist that all my photos be taken from my good side. you betcha.

ps if you look closely you can see the freckle in my left eye. it's a small little dot to the right (in the picture) of my pupil.