The Hair Blob

Rod Beck's sudden death is pretty shocking. He was my favorite pitcher when he was on The Sucky Team. I'll miss his intense gaze, the way he dangled his arm before a pitch and..the wild hair.

In the early 90's, there seemed to be a lot of amazing pitchers with holdover hair from the 1980's. Dennis Eckersley, Rod Beck, and Juan Guzman are three that come to mind. O.K., and Randy Johnson. Once you saw it, you started seeing it everywhere.

I called their "do" "the hair blob." Each of these pitchers had their own personal hair blob style, but the basic look was a big old patch of hair pooching out below their cap. A hair blob isn't just long hair. It has volume, as well. Eckersly's was stringy, Beck's was puffy, and Guzman's was emproducted. People used to ask me: it's the 90's and your baseball crush is still wearing jeri curls. How can you think he's cute? I guess the answer is: have you looked at him and watched him pitch? He's fine, and he's fierce.

I'm not that tuned into baseball these days, but it seems like there might not be as many good hair blobs around as there used to be.

Ants

It's that time of year, people. Ant season. I'm up early because there was an ant trail across my pillow and the ants were tickling me.

When I finally got up, I saw a huge mass of ants on the floor. They'd absconded with a piece of Nose's kibble and were trying to get it through a very small gap between the baseboard and the wall.

Very funny, my tiny friends.

They got a squirt of Begley's Best cleaner and a flush down the toi-toi.

Last year the ants were so bad that mr guy had to come home from vacation to clean up the ant invasion because it was freaking out the catsitter. I'm hoping he doesn't have to do that this year.

Haggis

And yes, on our last day at the deinstall Shee Jimmy and I shared some haggis. It had great mouth feel, and had nice crispy bits like a really great pan-fried hash, but the flavor was a little strong for me. If you like the taste of liver, this is for you.

Outside the restaurant, I made friends with two opposing flavors of older Scotsmen, and a young woman on the street who joyfully suggested I get my American or Canadian ass into Belushi's to do some karaoke. Next time, young lady, next time...

Day 3 and 4

Deinstalling the forklift show is best summed up by these photos. Lotta workin:




And a beer:

Offscreen: Dolly the Sheep, whose taxidermed loveliness slowly rotates in a plexiglas vitrine in another gallery in the museum. The employee entrance is just beyond her, so we passed by several times a day. This gave me great pleasure.