Pulling a Michael Jackson

I almost forgot to mention how I lit my hair on fire today. I was firing up the barbecue to grill myself a kabob, and the propane caught with a big pfwoomp. In the incipient fireball, the ends of my hair lit up like birthday sparklers. I'm lucky that my hair was still wet! Just the bottom inch or so curled up into stenchy brown crunch-tendrils. I'm quite unhappy about the occurrence, but it could have been worse. Next time I go to barbecue something, I'll have shaved my head in preparation.

In other news, check out the spirited discussion about the word pretentious going on in f00's journal! Join in! The more, the merrier....