Get out the Clippers
Aug. 15th, 2004 03:32 pmAfter letting my goatee grow out for several weeks now I felt like I needed to trim up the few grey hairs that were peeking out of it. Those hairs seem to grow at a faster rate then the majority of the darker hairs. The goatee is now thick, bushy and probably in need of some conditioning, or at least a couple of sprays of no more tangles, because it's actually a little course and hard to get a comb through. (It, however has not started to look like Astros player Jeff Bagwell the year he grew his out to look like a pharoh, or a struggling ZZ Top impersonator).
I've resisted really cutting it back until I have to appear at another face-to-face interview with an employer. Still, with the outgroth of grey haiirs, I wanted to trim up. As I got at them, (they are actually white, not grey) I started to notice more and more. I think I stopped counting around 20. It's not a majority, and it didn't leave patches. I just trimmed them back, not trying to get rid of them or anything. Just cuting them back to be in the fold, which makes them less noticable.
Another sign of age, or my future daddy-bearness.
A couple of other age items. Kids today won't really know that much about Tom and Jerry, or Bugs bunny and crew, because their old cartoons are considered too violent, and even now rarely run on cable. I remember watching Tom and Jerry every afternoon.
Besides the loss of Viynal records, Cassettes have pretty much disappeared. It's hard to know how long CD's will last, too, but the music video seems to be a lost art. When MTV2 has abandoned playing them, there's few reasons for record lables to produce them.
Lastly, the idea of a hit network show will probably die in the next 10 years. It would be silly to think that the networks would have so much of a hold on an audince that they could get the numbers Friends did, even less the numbers a M*A*S*H or Dallas did.
More odd things in my brain - not hit with much grey yet.
I've resisted really cutting it back until I have to appear at another face-to-face interview with an employer. Still, with the outgroth of grey haiirs, I wanted to trim up. As I got at them, (they are actually white, not grey) I started to notice more and more. I think I stopped counting around 20. It's not a majority, and it didn't leave patches. I just trimmed them back, not trying to get rid of them or anything. Just cuting them back to be in the fold, which makes them less noticable.
Another sign of age, or my future daddy-bearness.
A couple of other age items. Kids today won't really know that much about Tom and Jerry, or Bugs bunny and crew, because their old cartoons are considered too violent, and even now rarely run on cable. I remember watching Tom and Jerry every afternoon.
Besides the loss of Viynal records, Cassettes have pretty much disappeared. It's hard to know how long CD's will last, too, but the music video seems to be a lost art. When MTV2 has abandoned playing them, there's few reasons for record lables to produce them.
Lastly, the idea of a hit network show will probably die in the next 10 years. It would be silly to think that the networks would have so much of a hold on an audince that they could get the numbers Friends did, even less the numbers a M*A*S*H or Dallas did.
More odd things in my brain - not hit with much grey yet.
Cartoons and grey hair.
Date: 2004-08-20 02:06 am (UTC)funny because I love some Tom and Jerry as well
as Looney Tunes. I think when I was watching
that psychotic cat and that one-step-ahead-of-him mouse demolish each other with wanton ability,
my friends were becoming pure geeks, getting
hyped up for anything involving Star Wars, Star Trek, or Dungeons & Dragons.
It's no wonder my friends and I are so damn different. I like watching animated cartoons
with giant explosions and mallets; they like lightsabers, photon torpedoes, and 10-sided dice.
I don't have any cassettes left (hell, I own very
few CD's, to boot) and I'm seriously thinking of
getting an iPod just to get rid of the CD's that
I *do* have.
My mom said that grey hair mean wisdom.
Bull. It means you're getting old, which
is my standard response whenever she saw a few
of 'em peeking out of my head.
J.