So I'm completely sick of my hair. It's time for a change. There's a problem with this, because I'm completely hopeless with fixing it up. I'm also not likely to teach myself, as messing with my hair doesn't really interest me. Of course, I do want it to look as decent as possible. When my plague is over and I can go more than 30 minutes without coughing to death, I'm going to make an appointment. I found some hairstyles that I don't hate, but to be honest I have zero idea of how much work is involved with them.…

Inspired by this post. I hereby expressly tell the NSA, DOJ, and all other offices of the government publicly known and unknown to go to hell. Eavesdropping on any telephonic, Internet or other forms of communications I may have — whether I initiate or am on the receiving end of the communication is expressly not permitted without a warrant. I hereby resolve to use encryption wherever possible for all communications, especially non-confidential ones. If you agree with this, please post a copy in your blog or journal.

Dear Universe, I would like to stop coughing now. I prefer my lungs inside my body. Kthxbye.

Memo to SuperBowl Ad Approvers: Whatinhell was so bad about any of GoDaddy's ads, when you allowed that pizza ad (Pizza Hut? Dominos? Hell, I don't remember) with a bimbo vamping a minor. Yeah. Makes sense to me. BTW – the SierraMist ad? SO not funny.