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Demand Sunday, Sept. 13, 2009 - 7:00 a.m. I am having a world of fun with the On Demand feature -- especially when I can see older episodes of any of my favorite tv series. One of the things I saw for the first time last night was an episode of What Not To Wear featuring a woman from Texas who was very very upset by the haircut Nick Arrojo gave her. Even though the cut took a dozen years off of her, she sniveled and pouted and whined and didn't listen to a person on the face of the planet when they told her that the new haircut looked fantastic. The followup interview showed her at her old beauty parlor, getting her hair put back to her old color and got extensions put in. In other words. this ungrateful cow ruined a fantastic haircut worth several hundred dollars. What I wouldn't have given to be in that woman's position. Why did she agree to do this in the first place and then buckle and ignore what people were saying? Let ME have something like that instead! Five thousand dollars for clothing? Yes. A new method of makeup? Of course. A haircut from Nick Arrojo? Holy shit, PLEASE PLEASE!!! What a self-involved gal that was. Sigh. --- Later today, I'll be heading to Vacaville; I am lending a tonsil to Alan for some solo work he's trying to complete. I was told not to bring my lyric book or my bass or pretty much anything else related to the band itself. Flying by the seat of one's pants is okay once in awhile. I'm nervous, but it's the good kind. And there's a bass there if I need to play one for any reason. --- That's it. Have a good Sunday. ---
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