de ce paradoxe je suis complice
Feb. 9th, 2003 01:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
incandescensSo I had my hair cut today -- well, no, so I had my hair trimmed today, which involved a little snipping along the bottom and a removal of split ends. I wish that my definition of what makes a neat hairstyle on me (usually involving pulled neatly back from my face and pinned in place) didn't contradict my mother's so much (involving more hair loose or fluffy or soft). No, she really is very good about it, and doesn't draw in her breath or give me a regretful look or tell me how nice it looks now that I've got it down, too often. It's just the times that she does -- like this afternoon, when she got in -- which annoy.
I know why I wear it tied back harshly. It's traceable enough. When I was trying to grow my hair out, at school (I must have been thirteen or fourteen when I really started it), it took a while before it was long enough to pin/tie/clip back properly. Even an alice-band or headband has its limits. Since my hair is rather thick, this meant I frequently had loose bits of hair falling down over my eyebrows or across my face, and this annoyed me intensely, and is probably what has fostered my habit of keeping it well back, now that it's long enough to do so. Of course, being able to analyse this in myself doesn't make it any easier to affect the habit.
Usually it's a straight -- hm. In the UK we'd call it a pony-tail. Single tail of hair held by a band, usually worn high up on the head. Also, in my case, usually pulled in on itself to give a pleasantly film noir look to the style, and secured with a couple of hair-combs. Yes, this does mean that if one of my characters in anything I write shows up with their hair restrained by hair-combs, she is probably a thinly disguised Mary Sue. Yes, I can think of at least one whom this applies to. Actually, make it two. Oh well.
Sometimes it's a bun, high or low, or a braid. If it's a braid, I prefer to do (or attempt) a herring-bone, which takes time, which is why it's not usually a braid. Especially not first thing on a work morning, where I'm trying to shuffle myself into something resembling a decently neat appearance before running off to work. That is not the point at which you want to sit down and do a braid. It doesn't even make a nice arm-thick braid. I have for several years now been intensely jealous of fictional characters who have such things.
Dear God, I've just spent half my entry rattling on about my hairstyle. I must be feeling obsessive.
Was mildly disappointed by local gaming store, which is taking advantage of a gaming convention elsewhere in England (I was told which, but forget) to go and stock a stall in the dealers' room there. This meant that the store itself was drastically denuded today. Oh, the empty shelves, oh the mournful empty shelves. Eh. They'll be back next week, and I really should be rejoicing at the forcible saving of my money for Minamicon (in 4 weeks time) at which I intend to get a number of things. Such as DVDs, and CDs, and anything interesting that happens to be on the Bring and Buy stall.
I'm sure that most Americans would laugh at the scale of Minamicon. Only a few hundred attendees, only 4 or 5 video tracks, only one not particularly large dealers' room (which, if it's anything like last time, will be packed to the armpits, and will have people at the door controlling the numbers going in because the room will be so crowded), and a bare dozen or so of people doing costume stuff. On the other hand, at least it exists.
Currently watching an online D&D game. The PCs are attempting to beat up a little white dragon approximately 2 feet long. This is not an occasion on which the PCs are getting good dice rolls.
They just subdued him, though. Go go brave PCs beating up 2-foot-long white dragon. (I note that this was not a cute Hakuryuu-like white dragon, but a mean nasty one with claws and teeth and icy breath.)
And have I ever mentioned that clearly Homura is not a nice person, because he knocks Hakuryuu out of the air and chains the poor little dragon up to the wall?
I know why I wear it tied back harshly. It's traceable enough. When I was trying to grow my hair out, at school (I must have been thirteen or fourteen when I really started it), it took a while before it was long enough to pin/tie/clip back properly. Even an alice-band or headband has its limits. Since my hair is rather thick, this meant I frequently had loose bits of hair falling down over my eyebrows or across my face, and this annoyed me intensely, and is probably what has fostered my habit of keeping it well back, now that it's long enough to do so. Of course, being able to analyse this in myself doesn't make it any easier to affect the habit.
Usually it's a straight -- hm. In the UK we'd call it a pony-tail. Single tail of hair held by a band, usually worn high up on the head. Also, in my case, usually pulled in on itself to give a pleasantly film noir look to the style, and secured with a couple of hair-combs. Yes, this does mean that if one of my characters in anything I write shows up with their hair restrained by hair-combs, she is probably a thinly disguised Mary Sue. Yes, I can think of at least one whom this applies to. Actually, make it two. Oh well.
Sometimes it's a bun, high or low, or a braid. If it's a braid, I prefer to do (or attempt) a herring-bone, which takes time, which is why it's not usually a braid. Especially not first thing on a work morning, where I'm trying to shuffle myself into something resembling a decently neat appearance before running off to work. That is not the point at which you want to sit down and do a braid. It doesn't even make a nice arm-thick braid. I have for several years now been intensely jealous of fictional characters who have such things.
Dear God, I've just spent half my entry rattling on about my hairstyle. I must be feeling obsessive.
Was mildly disappointed by local gaming store, which is taking advantage of a gaming convention elsewhere in England (I was told which, but forget) to go and stock a stall in the dealers' room there. This meant that the store itself was drastically denuded today. Oh, the empty shelves, oh the mournful empty shelves. Eh. They'll be back next week, and I really should be rejoicing at the forcible saving of my money for Minamicon (in 4 weeks time) at which I intend to get a number of things. Such as DVDs, and CDs, and anything interesting that happens to be on the Bring and Buy stall.
I'm sure that most Americans would laugh at the scale of Minamicon. Only a few hundred attendees, only 4 or 5 video tracks, only one not particularly large dealers' room (which, if it's anything like last time, will be packed to the armpits, and will have people at the door controlling the numbers going in because the room will be so crowded), and a bare dozen or so of people doing costume stuff. On the other hand, at least it exists.
Currently watching an online D&D game. The PCs are attempting to beat up a little white dragon approximately 2 feet long. This is not an occasion on which the PCs are getting good dice rolls.
They just subdued him, though. Go go brave PCs beating up 2-foot-long white dragon. (I note that this was not a cute Hakuryuu-like white dragon, but a mean nasty one with claws and teeth and icy breath.)
And have I ever mentioned that clearly Homura is not a nice person, because he knocks Hakuryuu out of the air and chains the poor little dragon up to the wall?
Mean Mr. Homura
Date: 2003-02-08 06:11 pm (UTC)-mjj
Re: Mean Mr. Homura
Date: 2003-02-08 06:20 pm (UTC)The enlightenment driven away,
The habit-forming pain,
Mismanagement and grief:
.
.
.
Lest we should see where we are,
Lost in a haunted wood,
Children afraid of the night
Who have never been happy or good.