NOTE: I know what I look like 32 years after she told me to take a long walk off a short pier. I can only imagine what she looks like now. Great...Googli...Moogli.
Other times this makes me sad. For instance, Valerie Nunez of Flying Platypi fame and Matthew from Spit Your Pity no longer visit. Sigh....
|Part of me wishes she do me the same. |
I kinda dig it.
|No wonder Matthew hasn't blogged in four months.|
Uh. He's the one in the red shirt.
Sadly, some leave blogging altogether. But, happily, they still remain in touch. So it is with Sherilin, formerly of the Laughing My Abs Blog. I'd provide a link, but she hasn't posted there in months. Pity. Her blog always made me smile. By the way, I got the phrase "Great Googli Moogli" from her.
Anyway, she asked a question on Facebook recently if anyone had ever cut their own hair. I replied that I had, but it didn't turn out the way I would have liked.
Cue "rippling, going-back-in-time, water effects"....
|Nuts. Not far enough. |
This didn't come out until 1978.
How sad is it that I know that?
Let's try one more time.
It was early 1977 (you would know that if you'd been paying attention) and I was a young sailor stationed at Naval Air Station Memphis (which actually was in Millington, Tennessee, but calling it Naval Air Station Millington would have been stupid. For one thing, they would have had to change all the letterhead stationery).
Every bit as sucky as it sounds.
My uniform and shoes were a snap, especially after my shirt passed the armpit "sniff" test (even though I was quite confident the inspector wouldn't be sniffing my pits). I really didn't care about the trouser "sniff" test, though. If the inspector sniffed there, then we'd have a whole 'nother problem.
NOTE: This was decades before that kind of behavior was allowed, nay lauded, in the U.S. military.
But, I needed a haircut and the Barber Shop wouldn't be open for hours. Besides, I had spent all my money visiting the aforementioned girl who would brea...oh, get off it, Al, stop whining!
|"But she did, she really did!"|
NOTE: Transvestite picture used for entertainment purposes only.
Al Penwasser does not wear make-up.
As far as you know.
During the inspection...
"Sailor, who cut your hair?"
Not wanting to appear like the idiot I was, I lied, "My dad, chief."
"Well, tell your dad to not quit his day job. Get that shit fixed before reinspection Saturday morning."
Great Googli Moogli, I was just relieved he didn't sniff my crotch.
|Still felt like this, though|
Like that time I woke up in my pillowcase....
As long as you don't go the way of Valerie or Matthew.
But, if you do, we can still exchange recipes and snarky comments on Facebook, though.
Like I do with Sherilin.