Facial and Frames
Well, I just got back from my first facial. It was fun. Although I asked her to see if she could extract a couple of blackheads, and that hurt like hell. She told me that I need to stop using the St. Ives; that it’s tearing my face apart. Megan told me the same thing a few weeks back when I was complaining about my skin. So – validation for Megsy! I’ve been using it for about 20 years; I guess it’s time to make some changes, huh? I’ve also been forced to end my lifelong boycott against liquid foundation when the salon lady showed me some of this. She also cleaned up my eyebrows at no charge. I was $3 short of the total (I forgot my checkbook!) and she let me slide. I need to get back there with a tip. I’m there all the time, anyway, and she knows that. Maybe I’ll bring her a little gift next visit.
I also went and picked up my new eyeglasses. They look pretty good, although not as thick as I had remembered. No biggie. The best part of that trip was that, along with my eyeglasses, in the customer tray was a $45 check made out to ME from the eye doctor. I had totally forgotten that when I went to get my exam for contacts back in November, I brought an expired insurance form. So I just paid cash, telling her I would come back some other time with the right form. I never did, but I did bring a new form when I ordered the frames. And this crazy lady remembered, and applied it to my past exam. So, even though I shelled out $40 for the frames last week, I’ve actually ended up $5 ahead. Not too shabby. As her assistant said, “Sweet.” And that’s the story of my morning. You’re welcome.
edited to add: Bonus photo of freakgirl’s new glasses!
Port Vale soccer club
Robbie Williams bought a stake in the Port Vale soccer club. This affects my life in no way whatsoever, but I am required by law to report any Robbie-related news.
The End of Civilization Starts Now
If you haven’t heard of Flava Flav’s hot MESS of a television show, you missed the greatest moment of television, EVER. This had it all – violence, spitting, surprised camerapeople, another contestant laughing, ass-whooping, shoe removal and the incredibly bizarre spectacle of Flav actually trying to calm everyone down. This is what it’s come to, people.
George Michael Arrested
George Michael was arrested on drug charges this weekend. He was found “slumped behind the wheel of his car.” How gauche. Drugs are bad, mmmkay?
RIP, Don Knotts and Darren McGavin
Both Don Knotts and Darren McGavin passed away this weekend. Sadness. They’ll both live on forever, on TVLand and every Christmas, respectively. RIP, guys.
NYC Comic-Con
This past weekend was the NYC Comic-Con. Frank and Charlie B met us at our place Saturday morning, we hopped in the car, drove into the city, parked in Port Authority and strolled over to the Javitz Center without incident. Then, all hell broke loose.
Shut Up, Upstairs
My upstairs neighbor (you may remember him as Floody McFloodington, the guy who made it rain in our house) is doing a lot of renovation work. I’m very happy for him, that he was able to buy the condo from his landlord, and that his girlfriend is moving in, and that he has the extra cash to make all the improvements he wants. But after a week of trying to work while being frightened by loud noises, it’s getting old. I’m just saying.
Shizuka Arakawa
I haven’t watched any Olympic coverage at all, but last night I did happen to catch Shizuka Arakawa’s gold-medal-winning performance. Wow. So elegant and smooth. Yay for her!


