This Should Work

When we first moved in to our house, we swore we would clean out the crawl space in the basement right away. Ten months later, we’re finally getting around to it- mainly because our electrician said we won’t pass inspection with all that crap.

Last weekend we pulled a boat load of stuff out of our crawl space; most of it was junk-broken dolls, old magazines from 70’s, license plates- but some of it was really cool! We found board games (Connect Four and Scrabble), small coffee cups, wooden cigar boxes and a manual typewriter. We also found what looks like a old manual printing press for making small 3×5 card documents, but it too heavy and too rusted for us to move out of the crawl space. Click the photo below to see all or our findings.

This was my first voting experience in the Commonwealth of Kentucky and there were a few things that I found about Election Day that differ from my experiences in other states:

1. Don’t Drink and Vote- One cannot buy alcohol from a Supermarket or Liquor store on Election Day. I think one can still buy alcohol at bars are restaurants, but I was in a restaurant and no one was at the bar.
2. Vote Early- It seems strange to me, but all the polls in this state close at 6pm. I swear in other states that they are at least open until 8pm.
3. Kids stay home on Election Day- Where the f**k was this when I was young! Elementary, Middle, and High Schools are closed on Election Day. I think it has something to do with giving all public employees the day off to vote.

For the last few years I had followed a rather strange rule involving when I got a hair cut and how much was taken off: On days when Federal Reserve Board Chairman Alan Greenspan would raise or lower interest rates, I would cut my hair. If he raised or lowered rates by half a percent, I would cut off half and inch; if he raised a lowered a quarter then a quarter would come off.

I trusted Alan with our money and my hair.

Now with Ben Bernanke in charge, I’m not sure if I can trust him yet, and as a result my hair is starting to get kinda long. When my hair gets long, it’s got two different looks: the wet look and the dry look.

Friday morning, I was sporting the wet look which I’ll call the “Semi-Steve Nash, ala 2003″ look. Kinda like this:

By Friday afternoon, someone stopped by my office and asked “Did you do something different with your hair?”

“No,” I replied.

“You must have done something different, you look a movie star.”

“Which one?”

“I’m not sure, but I’ve seen that look before…I can’t put my finger on it right now, I’ll come back when I think of it.”

When she returned she said to me “I remember who you look like. You look like John Travolta.”

“John Travolta?”

“Yeah, you know John Travolta in that dancing movie.”

“Saturday Night Fever?”

“Yeah that’s it!”

I’ve been compared to Tony Manero in Saturday Night Fever because of my hair. I felt like grabbing the nearest pair of scissors and cutting it all off.

So now I’m considering doing some different with my hair. Maybe something like “Semi-Steve Nash, ala 2006″

My wife, likes my hair longer, but says “it’s your head” and will live with just about anything I do with my hair. Well, maybe not a fauxhawk.