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The World Line of the Horizon Star

Some would say I was a lost man in a lost world

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Montecristo Captain Quixote


This morning I got up at 6:30 and made my usual breakfast. I have a sandwich comprised of two pieces of toast, two slices of fried deli ham, two fried eggs, and a slice of American cheese. When I first started cooking breakfast for myself this year, I was lousy at breaking eggs. I would crack them too hard, and the yolk would break, or I would crack them too lightly, and in the effort of breaking them into the skillet the shell would fragment and again, the yolk would break. Broken yolks were something of a minor disappointment, as this is not the effect I was trying to achieve, yet as the days, now months, have passed, I think I am getting the hang of breaking eggs. Most mornings I can get two nice fried eggs without breaking the yolks.

As I have said before, many times to people, I am not a superstitious man. Nevertheless there is a game I play with myself every morning. I divine the hypothetical nature of the day ahead based upon how my eggs behave in the skillet. The funny thing is, there is a slight rational validity to this exercise. If I am in a bad mood, or distracted by something, I am less likely to pay all the attention to breaking the eggs that the job still requires of me. I am not yet in the same league with the French or Japanese chefs who make the subtle art of egg-breaking look as easy as breathing. So, when I am distracted, it sometimes happens that one or both of my eggs are cracked wrong and the yolk breaks, allowing the results of the exercise to serve as a slight barometer for the nature of my mood and the manner in which I am likely to approach the rest of the day. All I will say for this practice is that it probably has a little more validity than the terrorism alert color scheme cooked up by the Department of Homeland Security.

This morning, the eggs spoke slight warning. I broke the first one cleanly and effortlessly. The second one, I struck slightly too hard on the edge of the frying pan. None of the egg white ran down the outside of the pan (a very good indicator) but the yolk broke anyway. Another good indicator was that I didn't drip any egg white from the shell on the stove on my way to the garbage can with the shell with either egg. This also bodes well.

I am going to go get my unruly mop chopped this morning. It has been getting long again. I tend to let it grow out on me. It has been a couple of months again, since my last haircut and I keep telling myself that I am going to stick to a once-a-month schedule, but I often don't. I have gone close to a year before, but mostly, it runs to about once every three months. The last time I had one was either in October or November, so it is indeed time to take care of this little detail before going out and talking to prospective landlords.

So this morning I'm off to get spiffy and then to the dentist for a check-up and a cleaning. I'm not particularly worried about the trip to the dentist. I've had only two cavities in my life. Yeah, I know, hate me now. I hardly ever get sick either.

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You're a hairy dude. I'd like to see what you'd look like with short hair (but not a buzz for cryin' out loud) and no facial hair. And emo glasses. Hehehehe!

Yeah what she said, but facial hair is okay. ;)

Note people! I am not "hairy!" I have an average amount of hair on my chest for a guy my age (and my back is bare!). Also for a guy my age, I have a lot more on my head than average, and other than a strand or two, it's all still brown! Hairy, indeed.

As for the facial hair, I have a pic of me without the beard, but I have never, in my entire life, shaved my mustache and I may never do so. I like it!

I think I can also live a rich and full life without ever finding out what I look like in emo glasses too... I'm nerdy enough as it is being a software engineer without asking for more trouble!

You're hairier than most guys your age. You've got a full head of hair and big facial hair. *giggling at using "big" in the context of facial hair*

If I get time, I'll post an "after" shot later. Heh heh. You women and your urge to remodel and redecorate! Sheesh! Heh heh heh, post a picture and get an opinion. What the heck is "emo," anyway??

Heh, "urge to redecorate". ;)

Emo is that annoying term for emotional boys and girls who listen to certain music. Is it shoegazer music? I have no idea. Anyway...the emo glasses are those thick, black, chunky, delicious glasses.

Back when I interacted with chickens on a daily basis, I decided I was going to learn some nifty egg tricks. By the end of my experimentation, I was able to neatly break three eggs in my hand. I never did develop the ambidexterity of the Cordon Bleu, but I was happy with my hard-earned skill.

Now I no longer have chickens, and I've regressed. I can only break one egg at a time.

Ah, for the lost years!


Your hair is long enough that you could get a "paige boy" hair cut (think Brendan Frasier in The Mummy), unfortunately I do not think the look would work with the facial hair, Old Spice, and glasses.

Whatever you do, do not follow in the hair foot-steps of fearsclave. He always gets a "drill Sergeant" hair cut. *snore*

You're entirely welcome.

I thought you'd like it.

Okay, here's the "after" shot.

I didn't do anything fancy, just had the barber lower my ears. I'd never do a flat-top! That's for old balding guys, like my grandfather! For those who think I'm hairy, I beg to differ. I have an average amount of chest hair for a guy my age.

Re: You're entirely welcome.

Geez, get a haircut, ya hippie. :-)

My goodness, all the hair...

I betcha for 10.00 more your stylist would have waxed that off your chest-- least I know Don throws in a brow waxin' for me for about 10.00.


Re: My goodness, all the hair...

Ooh, I don't like stealing money from pretty women! You just lost that bet big time. I went to a barber shop to get my locks lopped. What's more, it was one of those old-fashioned ones with a barber pole and Frank Sinatra on the radio and a bunch of old men reading the Wall Street Journal in there. If I'd have asked for a chest waxing they would've ganged up on me and beat me with their canes!

"...in the hair footsteps..."

I just thought about that turn of phrase! Heh heh heh, you made it sound like he's a Hobbit!

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