We here at Astrogirl would like you to know that we are having a great hair day. I mean it literally. My hair looks fucking fantastic. If I had a web cam, Dear Reader, you'd be looking at it right now. I've had a string of several months of bad hair days due to the fact that I made a stupid decision to cut my hair short. I always THINK I want short hair or red hair, but then I get tired of it and the growing out proves to be a long period of stoopid hair tricks. Note to self: Do not absently play with hair. You must autopsy this up-do before destruction so that you can figure out how you did it.
I brought in some more stuff to rip today. We're going with epics today because blivet reminded me that I haven't listened to The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway for a good long time. The truth is that I was a humongous fan of Genesis before I discovered REM and punk rock in about 1983. Like humongous to the point of having a large collection of bootleg vinyl. I spent a lot of money on records, and since boots were readily available in a record store in Joliet (20 miles away, at least) and 1983 coincided with the advent of my having a driver's license and a car...well, you can figure out the rest. Anyway. Epics. I have Miles Davis Bitches Brew ripping to my office computer right now, but I threw Pharoah's Dance into WinAmp as soon as it finished, so I'm enjoying the goodness right now. In addition to The Lamb and Miles, we've packed in Zen Arcade (hey, it's an Epic in the genre of punk rock) and The Harp Factory on Lake Street which just fits somewhere between the Miles Davis and all the 20th century Classical I was grooving to yesterday.
I found a new way to get to work today. I have always been unsure if it was even really possible to get to Gallows Rd. via 66. Well, it's not, but if you take the Beltway ramp off 66, you wind up in the exit lane for US 50, which is just as good. I love when I have that experience like the roads were built just for me. It's 3 miles of exit ramp from when 66 has the sign that says "begin to exit here"[1] to when I actually reach the intersection of Gallows[2] and US 50. Whee! (and the other Fairfax drivers here are saying "What, is she on drugs?" Yes, but I say that's irrelevant to this conversation.)