It's been a little bit since the last post, because every time I come with an idea lately, I've wanted to save it for a book. Ideas are precious, and I'm no Neal Stephenson.
But as you can see, I've got another couple of pictures. Several young ladies got on the BL at Grand Station with fake severed heads. Halloween? Most of them are wearing black... And retail definitely thinks it's Halloween, but the rest of us are still bemoaning Labor Day's inadequate recuperative powers and haven't moved on to candy and goth. So it took me a moment to realize that they were students at LA Trade/Tech's cosmetology school. (That's hair and makeup, not stars and galaxies.) For a moment I thought I had discovered a roving pack of smock-wearing, urban head-hunter/fetishists. It was certainly creepy.
So let's try captions. I'll go first. Here's a pair:
Pic 1: "I asked for fries, but this was all they had."
Pic 2: "Beauty knows no pain."
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The lady that cuts my kids' hair has one of those on top of her water cooler. Its really, really creepy. It always has a little less hair every time we go. Which makes me wonder: what happens to the severed heads when they go bald?
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