Sometimes tweezers just aren't enough . . .

I get my hair cut at a place whose clientele consists mostly of senior citizens. Female senior citizens. Many of them are very old. Today, while I was waiting to get my hair cut by Kelly, who has some younger customers such as myself, she and I both noticed that Monica, the other hairstylist, was just finishing up with one of her many older female clients, when she whipped out the little trimmers that you might use to trim sideburns and proceeded to trim the woman's chin with them. Monica obviously watches out for her clients, and they don't provide waxing at this salon.

It didn't have the voice of Jerry Seinfeld . . .

I awoke this morning to find a bee hanging out on the window ledge on the first floor. This makes the second stinging insect that I've found in my condo in recent weeks, and it concerns me mostly because I haven't had the windows opened lately because the heat has caused me to keep the ACs humming much of the time. So, where the heck are these little flying annoyances coming from? I've never had this problem in the more than two and a half years that I've lived here. I think Sidney killed this one, though, because after I had pried the screen window opened to give the bee an escape route, I found it lying dead on the floor near the window. Problem solved.

Hot Girl Friday . . .

Just to let my vast readership know, I am discontinuing Hot Girl Friday, at least for now. I have every confidence that those of you looking for hot girls will be able to find many of them on the internet, which is really all that I was doing. Thank you for your understanding.

It's nice to see two buddies hugging . . .

Babaganooj is a funny word.

It's time to fight the real enemy among us . . .

Given that I am not a "Hillary hater" like so many of my fellow Democrats (my father), I don't have anything derogatory to say about her announcement today except that I'm glad that it's finally over and now the whole party should get behind Barack Obama. Anybody (red states and probably Pennsylvania as well) who says that they will vote for John McCain before they will vote for a black man needs to shut the fuck up and look around at the state of this country, both internally and globally. And don't even get me started on Iraq (Vietnam). Being "better than Bush" is not a good reason to vote for McCain. In fact, it's embarrassingly naive and stupid.

Hot Dave Saturday . . .

It's freaking hot. I was just outside with Sidney for our quick morning outing and it sure is steamy for 6:30. Fortunately, I was able to return to the comfort of air conditioning inside. What would we do without air conditioning? I don't know how people manage to live without it when it gets like this. Perhaps a fan or two blowing directly on you when you're sleeping can get you through the night, but what about the other times? Even with AC, I've been getting warm just walking up and down my spiral staircase one of the seemingly hundreds of times that I do that everyday. But historically, I have not responded well to extremely hot weather (Or extremely cold weather, for that matter. I just plain don't like extremes of virtually any kind). It's probably the number one reason why I could never live in a tropical climate in the summer like Florida (that is, in addition to it being a formerly Bush-run red state that stole the 2000 election from Al Gore). I certainly welcomed the arrival of warmer weather with spring, but this 90s with humidity business is too much for me.

I find it funny when you're visiting someone who keeps their AC on pretty high indoors on hot days like we're having right now, and you can't help being a little uncomfortable, even though it's sweltering outside. My father used to do that. My mother tells me that they have come to a compromise and that he doesn't do that anymore. I was visiting FF yesterday afternoon at the home that she now shares with her boyfriend, and after we were forced inside off of the back porch by the heat, we sat in the living room with the central air set to a comfortable level. But I was sitting under a ceiling fan that was churning at such a high rate that I actually felt a little chilly. But soon enough, I was back out in the car driving home, fighting the heat, humidity and, of course, East End drivers.

Have ALL girls "gone wild" . . . ?

In conducting research for this week's Hot Girl Friday, I was amazed, amazed, at how difficult it can be to find a photo of a woman on the internet who isn't in some state of undress. Who are these women and why are they submitting naked or semi-naked photos of themselves to internet websites? I saw a lot of amateurs showing off their bare breasts for all the world to see. I mean, I had to look, even though it wasn't really what I was looking for.

Bugger!

I went to bed around eleven last night. Did anything interesting happen while I was sleeping?

Saturday night was a bad night for more than just the Penguins . . .

After having a few drinks during the Penguins game on Saturday night, I started hiccuping. This seems to happen to some people after they drink, and in recent years, it has started to occasionally happen to me as well. The hiccuping was so bad and so violent that even after having something to eat and trying any number of things to distract me, I couldn't stop. And they became very violent, causing my whole body to shudder with every one. I tried to go to sleep, and I guess I did fall asleep for a few hours, but then I was awakened around 4:00 by more violent hiccups. And I was pissed. I got up and was cursing as I walked around, punctuated by the hiccups that kept rattling my whole body. I just wanted to sleep off the night's festivities and put the hiccups behind me. They were so bad that I decided that I might get some relief if I threw up, something that I rarely do, unless I am really quite sick with the flu or food-borne illness. So, I got down on my hands and knees and situated myself in front of the toilet and then just let the hiccups take me naturally to the next step. Unfortunately, not even that stopped them, leaving me even more frustrated and angry. And I had just thrown up for nothing. Looking absolutely sick and desperate in the bathroom mirror, I hiccuped my way down the spiral staircase and was finally able to fall asleep in my green manchair, which is where I awoke around 6:30. I returned to bed and finally got some sleep. But I would say that it was one of the worst night's of sleep that I have ever gotten, and the hiccups were so violent and unpleasant that I'm beginning to rethink the value of drinking more than just one or two cocktails anymore.