Where Dustbunnies Go To Die

I got an email yesterday from one of the recruiters I'm dealing with, setting up an interview for Friday afternoon. This is the job for which I took the technical test a couple of weeks ago. I just have to figure out how I'm getting there, since the recruiter gave me driving directions (even though I told her I don't drive). It looks like the #134 bus from Scarborough Town Centre runs right past it, though. I feel good about it.

However, I wasn't looking all that good - I was way overdue for a haircut, as was mentioned Monday night at the Polaris Exec meeting. So I called the place I usually go to, only to find out that my usual guy is on vacation, and the guy I've gone to in the past as a backup no longer works at that salon. What to do, what to do...

It suddenly occurred to me that Lee Knight, who (with her husband) runs the Beefcake/Cheesecake at Ad Astra (and who ran it at Gaylaxicon last year), works at a salon which is about a ten minute walk from my apartment. So I called around 3:45, and lo and behold, she had an open slot at 4. So off I went. I'm very happy with the result, though she put paste in my hair before I could stop her. As a result, I couldn't wear my toque for the c-c-c-c-cold walk home (well, not unless I wanted to get it all gunked up on the inside). Yeah, I could have taken the subway from Davisville to Eglinton, but between the walk to Davisville and the walk home from Eglinton I probably wouldn't have saved any time.

It's kind of nice being able to chat with a hairstylist about something that matters to both of you rather than the usual bland chitchat - though I'm sure the other customers wondered what language we were speaking when the conversation turned to author guests of honour. :) My backup guy at the place I usually go to is a science fiction fan, so we were able to talk about various shows we both enjoyed, but he doesn't go to cons, so it's not quite the same. (I did try to get him to come to TT last year, but I don't think he was there. At least, I don't recall seeing him.)

In other news... my VB instructor confirmed last night that he's giving us a week off to catch up because the textbook only just arrived in the campus bookstore yesterday. This will, of course, add an extra week to the end of the course, but that's not too terrible (both my fall classes ran past the official end date as well, though those were due to the instructors being ill). Since I already had the book, I'm more-or-less caught up anyway, though I have about a chapter and a half to review and a couple of exercises to do.

The guy who usually cuts my hair, Joso, was booked solid today, so for the first time in about five years, someone else did it. George, who seems to be in his mid-to-late 20s and is smokin' hot, did it instead. It's not that big a deal, because he knows how I usually get my hair cut anyway - Joso told him a year or so ago that I'm a Trek fan and that I work on conventions, so now whenever I'm in, if he's not working on someone else, he hangs out and chats with me about Trek. I walked in, and the first thing he said was "So did you see the lifetime achievement thing for George Lucas a couple of weeks ago? Wasn't Shatner hysterical?" Then he asked me why I thought Paramount doesn't make a film version of the Shatner novel in which Kirk is resurrected by the Borg (not having read it, I don't have an opinion - well, actually I do, just not one that's founded in actual knowledge of the book), and if I thought Frakes would be directing a new TNG movie any time soon... then he mentioned that he actually once cut someone's hair once to look like Denise Crosby as Commander Sela. Sometimes getting my hair cut is the next best thing to actually being at a con. Who knew it could be such a geeky experience? *grin* Last time I was in, I had given him the URL for the TT website, but so far as I know, he didn't make it to the con at all. Maybe next year... I think he'd enjoy it.

Alas, when I was making the appointment the other day, it seems I neglected to mention that I had highlights. And then I neglected to mention anything to George until he was halfway done. And it turned out I was being squeezed in between two other appointments, so he wasn't going to have time to do them today. So for the first time in two years, I'm not blond.

I almost didn't recognize myself when I looked in the mirror. (My God, where did all that grey come from? George thinks it's a good look for me because of my eye colour and skin tone - he said it reminded him of George Clooney. I'm not so sure that's a good thing, though.)

So I'm going back on Thursday to get the highlights done. Hopefully I don't bump into anyone I know who has a camera before then...

I think I might have frightened my neighbours this evening. I was watching "The Family Guy" and there was a bit that had me almost falling off the couch, I was laughing so hard (not to mention loudly):

Brian: "I think this whole thing is about as pointless as Peter's cow kite."

[Cut to Peter running holding a ball of string, which snaps, and he looks back and sees a cow still firmly on the ground.]

Peter: "How do you get her to stay up?"
Cleveland: [flying his own cow] "You have to get her to start running first."

Oh. My. God. I don't know why, but I couldn't stop laughing all through the commercial break.