Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Spawn of Satan

Earwigs. What gives? Why are they still so disgusting and scary to me? Forever, I have been terrified of them. I wrote a series of zine articles about them when I published my zine, cul-de-sac, my favorite being a story from when I worked in a public library in Madison. A woman came up to me and asked for info about earwigs. I told her I was sort of an expert, since I was so afraid of them. She pulled me aside, and in a thick, East Coast accent asked me, "Will they go--" For which I promptly interrupted her and said, "No, they won't go in your ears. That's a myth." To which she said, "No. Will they go in my pubic area?" Hee hee. Anywho, the whole point of that was that there was an earwig in my bed last night. Matt caught it before I could see it, but still. Nightmares all night long.

In other news, I got my hair highlighted today. I have some grays, and I thought highlights would be a nice way of covering them without committing to coloring all of my hair all of the time. It looks nice, but I still see the grays! Why didn't the colorist make it a point to seek out all 27 of the gray hairs and paint them individually? Did I need to pay extra for that or something?

Even though I have never watched John and Kate Plus Eight, I feel icky about their divorce. Even ickier than I feel about her hair.

So how many of my blog readers are going to ALA this year?


GreenBeanTeenQueen said...

I'm going to ALA and I'm getting highlights before I go too (must be the librarian needs to look pretty thing or something!)

And I know what you mean about the John and Kate thing-I haven't watched the show, maybe a few episodes with my sister who loves it-but the whole mess is awful. Makes me sad.

Leonard said...

This was such a funny blog. I laughed so loud that your Aunt Elayne heard me from the other end of the house and asked what was so funny. Is there anyone who isn't repelled by Earwigs? Spawn of Satan is a perfect title. I never thought of highlighting my hair to cover up my gray but I think it's too late now.
Love, Uncle Leonard