Roost Air Lounge => General Discussion => Topic started by: G-man on December 26, 2006, 07:01:24 AM
Title: A RUSH of Extreme Highlights
Post by: G-man on December 26, 2006, 07:01:24 AM
OK, not much to do with aviation, but I thought ya'll might get a laugh. Recently during my trip to do training in Panaca Jane, I told Mike and Nobu about my hair experience---here is the written version along with the conclusion. Enjoy...
A RUSH of Extreme Highlights
Alrighty then—for all those of you who are eagerly awaiting the results of my “Hair Highlighting” escapades, here you go:
A few years ago, while having my hair cut by Kirsten in Hawaii, (I can highly recommend her), she was complaining about all her customers who are so picky about their hair. I offered her a relief—I told her to do “what ever she wants that she normally does not get to do to hair”. Two hours later I left with Leopard spots on my head. Surprisingly, I liked the look and have had spots, stripes or just plain highlights ever since. Now I will admit it is somewhat embarrassing sitting in a salon with a plastic cap on your head, sitting under the big blow dryer. One added bonus---I learnt more about women and relationships than I ever really wanted to know. Trust me on this guys, if you want to know how women feel about the men in their lives----go sit in a hair salon for three hours ! ! ! ! Ladies, am I right?
OK, as I am in California now and my wife is in Florida, and I have not found a hairdresser, my grays are starting to show, and my highlights have faded. I thought it would be a hoot to try doing this myself. Off I go to Safeway to pick me out a highlight kit. How hard can it be? Girls do this all the time---I am man, I can do this too, more importantly, I am a helicopter pilot, therefore I AM. Well, to my surprise, there is a whole isle dedicated to hair color kits, who knew?---I’m in the wrong business for one. There is about 20 different brands and about 50 different colors. Of course, being a man—I cannot ask for help, so I spend the whole evening in Safeway, Isle 7 trying to figure out which kit to buy. First off I tried going down the line and eliminating all the ones with the models who did not appeal to me, unfortunately that only eliminated 3. By this time I had attracted the attention of Safeway’s “Loss Prevention Specialist”, who parked himself at the end of Isle 7 and attempted to “blend”---he needs more lessons. In the end I just grabbed the one with “black and orange” box, because orange is my favorite color and it had a picture of a guy on the box too.
So, I rush home, fast as I can, to make me look like a stud yet again, I also needed to pee real bad by this time too. Now I read the box:
L’OREAL—PARIS A Rush of Extreme Highlights Graphic and gleaming. Swirl on a few flashes, brighten up bangs or rush on an all-over effect. It’s easy to experiment with our patented highlighting wand. No messy caps to cope with. A double dose of super-fresh after-color conditioning shampoo So hair won’t freak out or dry out. Color Rays. Only for the experimental.
So, this all sounds fine and dandy to me. It has all the good words that excite a manly helicopter pilot like myself: Rush, Extreme, Gleaming, Patented, and Super-fresh. Life could not be better. I open the package, and low and behold, the “Patented Highlighting Wand” is nothing but a small bottle brush……. It’s not a wand at all, I was thinking of a wand in magical terms that will turn me into a stud. So, I’m looking at the six inch “wand” of which the last one inch has bristles, and I think to myself, “There is no way in hell this will work on my long hair”. My hair was getting a little long and unruly, and not wishing to embarrass those in the company who are “folickly challenged”, (thankfully they all have a sense of humor---otherwise I can see myself getting a good ass kicking), I decided to get it cut. This I did, by a barber, (very good barber---with a sense of humor), in Newcastle, California---go see “Paul the barber”, his daughter is a helicopter pilot so I felt safe. Well, I asked Paul to make it short so it “just sticks up”, this he did apart from the bangs, which he left pointing forward. Me, being an ass, decide I want them to stick up. So, I drink me a few “martoonis”, and go to work with a pair of scissors. I know, I know---what was I thinking. I found out why Paul left the bangs forward----age creeps up on us all---receding hair line……Trust me, if a barber cuts your hair a certain way---just leave it the hell alone---there’s normally a good reason.
Now, I have the hair that can be managed by the one inch “wand”. I set about planning my hair transformation. I go out and buy the good vodka---Chopin, one cannot do highlights with cheap martoonis, and I buy some appetizers---frozen, so I can spend less time in the kitchen and more time with the martoonis and “magic wand”. I put on some music by Four to the Bar, their album Club Royale, Jazzy, rat pack Vegas music. The scene is set, let the party begin……….
Extremely un-characteristic of me and most studly helicopter pilots like myself, I actually read the directions, which said to “choose a look”. Based on my, NOW, short hair, I thought I might like to break away from spots and stripes and go with the fiber optic lamp look. You know the ones, you’ve seen them in the stores where there are lots of fiber strands that light up on the ends----how cool would that be on my head. Guess what---not one of the options! BUT, the box did say, and I quote: “Only for the experimental”. So I’m thinking—why not, we can experiment. Of course, I forgot that the “we” in this experiment consisted of “me alone”. I forgot that when girls do their hair they have a slumber party and help each other out. Too late for that now, I only bought appetizers for one. Don’t own a pair of jammies, but put on sweats to pretend, and got down to work.
There has to be an easier way to do this, the box contains no less than three separate things to mix. I think the manufacturer is just trying to make sure to get all the elements covered—one is a powder, one a liquid and finally a paste from a tube. All three are mixed, while wearing my “protective gloves” that were provided for my protection. Now this I don’t quite get---I need to protect my hands from this shit, but then I’m going to spread it all over my head---explain that. But who am I to question.
I am now on stage three—application. The closest option to the look I am after is called “Buzz Top Rays option D”. The instructions are thus: “Comb your hair back, make sure that your hair is sticking up”---got that one covered now after the previous nights escapades with the scissors….I digress, “Use your gloved hand”, Oh I’m still gloved—this stuff smells so toxic, I can’t believe I’m about to put it on my head.. “Use your gloved hand to apply color to the tips only sliding your hand from front to back”. This I do, However, there appears to be none of the product on my hair, and I didn’t get to use the “patented highlighting wand”, I paid for the damn thing—goddamn it, I’m gonna use it…..So, now I start to “comb” my hair with the wand covered with the color paste/liquid/gel stuff. Bad idea. Now I’ve got globs of this stuff all over my head. So I figure what the hell, lets just massage it all over my head---cant be that bad—I’m still wearing my “protective gloves”, besides, “gentlemen prefer blonds” maybe its reciprocal.
OK, so now, my head is completely covered but I still got stuff left in the “mixing tray”. Having paid $19.95 for the privilege of highlighting my own hair, its seems a waste to throw it away. What “other hair” do I have that I could highlight? You got it---pubic. I cannot believe I even tried it, let alone writing and telling the whole world…. The one good thing is that we (as in the proverbial “me”), did not need to go through the whole scissor routine again. Now why is that, how do pubic hairs know when to stop growing? I’ll not bore you with the details, but needless to say, I used the wand.
So, now we have completed the opening, mixing, and application phases, now we wait for 50 minutes as per the instructions. I set the stopwatch and pour me my fourth “martooooooni”. By this time, the food is gone, and I am now dancing to the music, scary scene huh? “Ooooowwwwww starting to burn”…… No where, and I repeat NO WHERE in the instructions does it say that this toxic concoction burns on the skin…. Genital region is definitely starting to burn---not good, still got another 27 minutes to go. I hang on for as long as I can, but alas, with 22 minutes to go, I chicken out and jump in the shower. Being a guy, I can stand almost anything but pain. I even jump in when the water is still cold before the hot water has reached the shower head; it helped “cool down” the burning boys.
Well as you can all imagine by now, the studly “fiber optic lamp” look did not quite work. Firstly, my whole head is now the same color---apart from the bits I missed near my neck. Secondly, because I chickened out before the allotted time had elapsed, it’s not blond. My hair is now a gingery red color that resembles a color of something I regurgitated many years ago. I now know why girls do this in groups and have slumber parties….. G-man “Life may not be the party we hoped for——but while we’re here, we might as well dance ! ! ! “
Title: Re: A RUSH of Extreme Highlights
Post by: fireflyr on December 26, 2006, 07:29:26 AM
DAMN !!! ;D That is funny, I love how real life misadventures (told right) can be funnier than contrived tales. I give it two thumbs up ::bow::
Title: Re: A RUSH of Extreme Highlights
Post by: Frank N. O. on December 26, 2006, 07:30:41 AM
::rofl:: ::rofl:: ::rofl:: oh man, I literally laughed out loud when I reached the second part of your colouring (despite it being 8:25 in the morning and my mom and brother are sleeping right over my room), as soon as I read what hair you were going to colour I knew exactly what was going to happen. Ever heard of one of the redneck comics that used nair in that place too? He thought he was a tough man and let it be there longer than advertized, not a good idea! Chemicals are not to be triffled with! ::rofl::
I must say, I |:)\ you for your reaction to the situation, seeing the humour in it, and sharing the story with your friends. That is a sign of a great attitude on life |:)\ Btw the female helicopter pilot, is she around my age and single? 8)
I hope the pain is gone and there's no permanent damage (seriously, not a joke). For the record then my mom still cuts my hair and the streaks in my hair are curtisy of mother nature (dark brown with noticeably grey streaks all over my head, even in my beard too, however unlike my dad at this age, who I look and act like very much and sadly passed away precisely today the 26th, then I'm still not going bald, I do have what I think is called a widows peak but I was born like that).
Greetings |:)\ Frank
Title: Re: A RUSH of Extreme Highlights
Post by: Baradium on December 26, 2006, 08:34:03 AM
I laughed as well, even with one room mate sleeping with his door partly open and the other probobly close to it in his own room.
I gotta say, even if somehow I did manage to do something like that, I don't think I'd be brave enough to admit it to anyone!
This is another advantage of not drinking I think... unless you try stuff like that on a regular basis!
Title: Re: A RUSH of Extreme Highlights
Post by: Mike on December 26, 2006, 10:52:40 AM
HA HA!
Must be a helicopter pilot thing..... I have had similar "adventures" before and one of my room mates back in the days has too!!! (of course I start out blond, so a mishap doesn't show as much....)
Manly men.... flying manly machines... doing manly thing on their days off....
Title: Re: A RUSH of Extreme Highlights
Post by: TheSoccerMom on December 26, 2006, 03:17:57 PM
GREAT STORY!!!!!!!!!!!
It's a GOOD thing when manly men have such adventures, and can share them with the rest of us!! Thanks!!!!
;D ;D ;D ;D
Title: Re: A RUSH of Extreme Highlights
Post by: fireflyr on December 26, 2006, 07:16:53 PM
It's a GOOD thing when manly men have such adventures, and can share them with the rest of us!! Thanks!!!!
;D ;D ;D ;D
Had my wife read that and we were howling because it brought back memories of a trip to Hawaii when she talked me into a bikini wax (younger days)::loony::-----MY GOD!!!! The folks in adjoining rooms must have thought she was killing me and that was just one side----so a couple of drinks later ::drinking:: ::drinking::, she proposed Nair for the other side and I'm here to tell you there ain't enough cold shower water to make that feel better! (what was I thinking) Almost went to ER but how do you explain that (gee doc, I was carrying a car battery and it spilled on my lap)---Looks funny to see a guy wearing speedos on the beach walking bowlegged----
Title: Re: A RUSH of Extreme Highlights
Post by: TheSoccerMom on December 27, 2006, 12:20:23 AM
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!!!! :o
Just READING that made me cringe!! :-[
Boy, I sure am glad I don't have to worry about these manly things......... ;)
Mom-ski****
Title: Re: A RUSH of Extreme Highlights
Post by: G-man on December 27, 2006, 01:57:30 AM
Ya see----I knew there were others out there who have had similar "fun". :)
To answer the question I posed about pubic hair length, I e-mailed my story to some friends and have been reliably informed that pubic hair has a different molecular structure than the hair on your head, hence it only grows to a certain length.
I need to bring an important safety issue to everyone's attention----and provide a good laugh too, ::rofl::
Through the power of google, ::type:: I have determined that coloring ones pubic hair is not a good idea, here is a summary of what I found---if only I had googled before I gargled my martoonis!!!
"Changing the shade of your pubic hair may seem like a colorful idea, but it's not recommended. The reason is that the major companies that manufacture hair color — regular, natural/herbal, and henna — only test their products on head hair. Therefore, they can only ensure that their products are safe when used as directed. Due to potential complications, they do not recommend dying any other body hair, including pubic hairs, eyelashes, and eyebrows."
But through hours of research---you can tell we are not in fire season huh, I did find one product line available for the exclusive purpose of tinting pubic hairs;
As fireflyr suggested, trimming and shaping can be fun too. Aparently there are "pubic hairdressers", and even styles to keep up on. There are some added advantages---The number one thing that makes removing your pubic hair great, is,----wait for it, just like mirrors, it makes objects nearby appear larger than they actually are. ;D
I'm gonna quit while I'm ahead---no doubt I would get deleted if I go much further. ::wave::
Title: Re: A RUSH of Extreme Highlights
Post by: G-man on December 27, 2006, 08:46:26 PM
Ya'll are not going to beleive this one: ::unbelieveable::
http://www.merkinworld.com/
G-man “Life may not be the party we hoped for——but while we’re here, we might as well dance ! ! ! “
Title: Re: A RUSH of Extreme Highlights
Post by: fireflyr on December 28, 2006, 03:02:39 AM
BAWAAAAAHAHAHA---"nearby objects larger than they are".......... ::rofl:: ::rofl::
Boy, and I thought I was insecure before !!!-------I am so gonna get you for that ::rambo::
Title: Re: A RUSH of Extreme Highlights
Post by: happylanding on December 31, 2006, 01:16:25 PM
Okay, I will give you my two cents, about something quite similar that happened to me. two years ago I came back home the 24th of December, late afternoon, from Nepal. I was going to have Christmas Eve out with my former boyfriend, after a month I did not see him...and after a month during which I had not seen a real shower, bathroom (and yes, I learnt to pee standing!) and clearly, I had not seen wax. So, as soon as I arrived home, I jumped into the shower and as soon as I was over I would have waxed. Legs, arm, bikini, upper chin... In 3 words, ALL the body. And since the 24th of December, at evening, is impossible to find any beauty salon open, I was going to do it by myself. I had asked my mom by phone to buy me the apparel that warms wax and I was in front of this thing, ready to use it, and probably thinking that if I could fly, if I could spend a month without a shower, cleaning myself somehow into a frozen river, if I could walk 20 and more km per day, with 15 kg on my shoulder, if I could survive the blisters in my feet, and if I could sleep at minus 30 degrees, I could surely use it. Without any doubt: it was a child’s game. So...two hours to the long awaited meeting!!!!! Let's roll!
I was out of shower, finally clean and the apparel was on, since all the time I had spent in the shower. I just had to spread the wax on my body, starting from somewhere and strap it away with the muslin cloths. the first "shot" of wax, that I did not bother to check, was - I believe - near to boiling point. I did not have time to "splash" it on my arm that I started screaming like a beaten dog... And I could not take it away using the muslin since I had to wait for it to become hard enough and not too liquid and I had to run into the shower and go for a freezing one on my arm... Well, the seconds to go, seemed as eternity. As soon as with some cold water I could freeze it, my right front arm looked as a dalmatian fur, and bubbles forming because of the ustion (and I still have scars on it, because of the treatment. Once the wax was cold it would not come away in no way, but scratching!). Drips of wax, in the meantime had invaded the bathroom, from the sink where I was working, to the shower. My thought was: okay, let’s forget about the right arm, let’s go on. I changed the wax, putting a new jar into the machine and started medicate the arm with some cream against burnst. The wax on the floor, in the meantime, was there, standing. The second round was the other arm. The wax was not so hot, the contrary. And after ten straps a lot of it was still resting on my arms, not deciding to go away. The parts that were okay, done at least, were blueish and reddish, the others still needed some work. Well, the same happened with every part of the body. Somewhere I was able to use the wax, somewhere I was not. Somewhere the work was well done, somewhere there was wax waiting to be removed and hairs were waiting for the same treatment too. 30 minutes before my former came home, I was – to say it bluntly – in deep shit. The results seemed at ther best amateurish, my skin went from pale white to red and blue and I was not over yet. And, in all that, wax kept falling to the floor. Well, I had to speed up. I reentered the shower and brought with me part of the wax that was resting on the floor. I somehow finished the work using a mach 3 razor, shaving, and came out from the shower with wax still resting everywhere. To take it away I also used the special thing (I ignore the name) that usally used to make pedicure: a kind of hard stone, quite abrasive and grinding that used on the flesh just cuts it, if it’s not the hard flesh of a foot. And coming out of the shower, I could reappreciate the long lasting adhesive nature of the wax on the floor. The eyebrows were a Picasso duplicate. One was long and fine, the other large, full of discontinuities and large. Enough to be ashamed of. By the end, I had to forget the sexy dress I had tought about using on that evening, and went for a long sleeve shirt, jeans and a pullover, hoping to make drop any sex appeal. Hoping, during the dinner, that my beloved would not notice that I had somehow painted one eyebrow with make up, in order to make it seem like the other one. No wonder I “pushed” for a candle lit atmosphere during all the evening!!!! Well, if it was already embarassing enough, I’ve to add that the day after, he would have arrived to my home. And as soon as he took a shower, he noticed that walking on the floor was like walking on glue…what the hell had happened into my bathroom????? ::rofl:: ::rofl:: >:D ::angel::
Title: Re: A RUSH of Extreme Highlights
Post by: undatc on December 31, 2006, 01:23:54 PM
Okay, I will give you my two cents, about something quite similar that happened to me. two years ago I came back home the 24th of December, late afternoon, from Nepal. I was going to have Christmas Eve out with my former boyfriend, after a month I did not see him...and after a month during which I had not seen a real shower, bathroom (and yes, I learnt to pee standing!) and clearly, I had not seen wax. So, as soon as I arrived home, I jumped into the shower and as soon as I was over I would have waxed. Legs, arm, bikini, upper chin... In 3 words, ALL the body. And since the 24th of December, at evening, is impossible to find any beauty salon open, I was going to do it by myself. I had asked my mom by phone to buy me the apparel that warms wax and I was in front of this thing, ready to use it, and probably thinking that if I could fly, if I could spend a month without a shower, cleaning myself somehow into a frozen river, if I could walk 20 and more km per day, with 15 kg on my shoulder, if I could survive the blisters in my feet, and if I could sleep at minus 30 degrees, I could surely use it. Without any doubt: it was a child’s game. So...two hours to the long awaited meeting!!!!! Let's roll!
I was out of shower, finally clean and the apparel was on, since all the time I had spent in the shower. I just had to spread the wax on my body, starting from somewhere and strap it away with the muslin cloths. the first "shot" of wax, that I did not bother to check, was - I believe - near to boiling point. I did not have time to "splash" it on my arm that I started screaming like a beaten dog... And I could not take it away using the muslin since I had to wait for it to become hard enough and not too liquid and I had to run into the shower and go for a freezing one on my arm... Well, the seconds to go, seemed as eternity. As soon as with some cold water I could freeze it, my right front arm looked as a dalmatian fur, and bubbles forming because of the ustion (and I still have scars on it, because of the treatment. Once the wax was could it would not come away in no way, but scratching!). Drips of wax, in the meantime had invaded the bathroom, from the sink where I was working, to the shower. My thought was: okay, let’s forget about the right arm, let’s go on. I changed the wax, putting a new jar into the machine and started medicate the arm with some cream against burnst. The wax on the floor, in the meantime, was there, standing. The second round was the other arm. The wax was not so hot, the contrary. And after ten straps a lot of it was still resting on my arms, not deciding to go away. The parts that were okay, done at least, were blueish and reddish, the others still needed some work. Well, the same happened with every part of the body. Somewhere I was able to use the wax, somewhere I was not. Somewhere the work was well done, somewhere there was wax waiting to be removed and hairs were waiting for the same treatment too. 30 minutes before my former came home, I was – to say it bluntly – in deep shit. The results seemed amateurish, my skin went from pale white to red and blue and I was not over yet. And, in all that, wax kept falling to the floor. Well, I had to speed up. I reentered the shower and brought with me the was resting on the floor. I somehow finished the work using a mach 3 razor, shaving, and came out from the shower with wax still resting everywhere. To take it away I also used the special thing (I ignore the name) that usally used to make pedicure: a kind of hard stone, quite abrasive and grinding that used on the flesh just cuts it, if it’s not the hard flesh of a foot. And coming out of the shower, I could reappreciate the long lasting adhesive nature of the wax on the floor. The eyebrows were a Picasso duplicate. One was long and fine, the other large, full of discontinuities and large. Enough to be ashamed of. By the end, I had to forget the sexy dress I had tought about using on that evening, and went for a long sleeve shirt, jeans and a pullover, hoping to make drop any sex appeal. Hoping, during the dinner, that my beloved would not notice that I had somehow painted one eyebrow with make up, in order to make it seem like the other one. No wonder I “pushed” for a candle lit atmosphere during all the evening!!!! Well, if it was already embarassing enough, I’ve to add that the day after, he would have arrived to my home. And as soon as he took a shower, he noticed that walking on the floor was like walking on glue…what the hell had happened into my bathroom????? ::rofl:: ::rofl:: >:D ::angel::
Thats one thing i do have to hand to you ladies, i dont think i could deal with waxing. I have a hard enought time shaving just my face every few days. Im tempted to just let my beard grow, but I think id go crazy.
And to be honest, you ex probably wouldnt have noticed the burns etc, well maybe the burns. Usually, at least from my own experience, we are so worried about not messing up the evening by saying something stupid, that its all a blur to us.
Title: Re: A RUSH of Extreme Highlights
Post by: fireflyr on December 31, 2006, 05:55:57 PM
HAPPY, ::wave:: you've leveled the playing field ---thanks for sharing that ladies too have embarrassing misadventures, the boiling wax on your arm had to be agonizing, thank heavens it wasn't on a more "tender" area ::sweat::
Give us a little sample of your Nepal itinerary---I for one would like to hear where you went, who you were with, about your dealings with the indigenous people, and the general altitudes of the trails you were hiking---some of us never seem to get around to such exotic locales so feed our dreams a little. ::type::
Title: Re: A RUSH of Extreme Highlights
Post by: G-man on December 31, 2006, 06:57:53 PM
Now that was pretty funny. I dont think I'm gonna try waxing any time soon.
Now here's a hint for all the ladies, If you had been gone for a month and he has not seen you the whole time, here is how to please him:
Title: Re: A RUSH of Extreme Highlights
Post by: happylanding on December 31, 2006, 08:17:18 PM
Haha! Fireflyr, I ignore if it's leveling the field. it could well be that I'm part of the small percentuale of women who is completely unable to use that kind of machines. and who never had a manicure, to tell one! ::rofl::
About the trip....it's a quite long history, but...a professor at the university used to organize a trip to Nepal and India every year, in order to study the economy of the places, and how to improve it. I aggregated. So, there was: the prof (a piece of.......with whom I had several heated discussions and before the end I sent him to hell ::rambo:: ::rambo:: ::rambo::), two of his assistants, one prof who teaches in the US (who had nothing to do with the expedition but was invited) and 4 students, me comprised. the expedition was a month long, mainly during the month of December. I'm used to say it's Nepal, but to tell the truth we spent just some days in nepal, and the remaining in India (Sikkim). We left Gangtok, a "city" there, and headed from there for trekking in the "unaccessible" zones of the mountains, in what I believe is the region of the Kanchenjunga. To give you the names of the places we visited (when a name exists) during the trekking is quite difficult: I remember just some: Dzongri (one of the tops we visited) and Tshoka on the road to there. (For the others......I wrote during those days a sort of diary, but I left it to my former boyfriend. He was writing one during my absence, and I was doing the same, in order to "cover" the time during which we were to be apart. to tell the whole truth, the diary also was a sort of "recovery" idea, since when I decided to go there, I did not discuss about it, just told the professor yes, and did not take neither a minute to discuss about it with my at the time man, but put him in front of the decision, already taken, that our vacations had to be cancelled, since I would not be there, but away without him…and the relation was quite strained, because of my decision, if you see. >:D >:D We almost split at the airport, before I was to leave….Well, I’m not easy to live with!). Back on track. The max altitude we reached was around 5500 meters, just before you have to start using oxygen. Now, I will add something else. I’ve no idea why I decided to go, apart from the fact I badly wanted to see if what everybody was just too prone to call a spoiled girl, me, was able to live without technology, and well, without any minimum comfort (and yes, I will add I had never gone camping before…. ::rofl::). It was something I really hated, that label I was always being put on, and still do. Everything I achieved was normal if not due, everything I failed in was because I was spoiled and did not apply as the others do. And I have to add a second thing: I love to go running, I love to go walking, but I’ve always hated walking in the mountains, and one of the reasons is that I badly suffer from vertigo. I went anyhow. :o How a typical day was: get up when the sun is coming out. Dress, wrap the schlafsack, prepare the backpack. Go to the bushes, relieve, go to the river, somehow wash the face and teeth, get a cup of tea and maybe some pancakes, and start walking. The caravane was formed that way. I was to walk with the pathfinder, together with the US prof., and another female student. Even before the pathfinder, the sherpas, who run. Gosh, they run! We usually walked around 15 / 25 km per day. We usually had a short break in the middle of the road, where the sherpas prepared a tea and sometimes boiled eggs and pancake. Until a certain altitude, around 3000 a dog was following me, and I used to give him my egg, something I hate, and eat some energy bar instead! I still remember him: white, with black spot, long flat ears and an incredible intelligence. I called him Free. Well, it was also full of fleas and badly needed a shower, but I wanted to bring it home. I cried when I left him :( and one night, during which the weather was incredibly cold, I put him in the room of the camp I was dividing with the only other female of the expedition, who started yelling he was full of fleas and god knows what else!!! ::rofl::) All the others were on the back, with the sweepers. The ones that closed the caravan and sometimes we had among one or two km of distance, and some others they just arrived some minutes later. I used to spend the hours walking listening to the music (I had an Ipod and a battery adaptor, with a kg of batteries in the backpack!!), talking with the other two with me, and dreaming about the 24th of December, and my beloved pilot at home that I missed like oxygen under water ::angel::. When we used to arrive to the “camps” we somehow washed in the rivers, before the sun going down, and the sherpas prepared to eat. It was always the same damn thing: rice, vegetables and a soup that’s called dahl. At that time I usually started writing the diary (And I used to steal candles before they were put on the “table” in order to be able to keep writing later in the night! >:D Without using the torch that was not so resistant to cold! and no,there was no electricity). Since we were inside a naturalistic reserve, the main part of the time, it was not allowed to make any fire, so when the night fell, it was freezing cold. ::eek:: ::unbelieveable:: And well, you hate to have to get up in the middle of the night to go out to pee. The contact with the population was almost non existant, either for the places we were, or because everything was anyhow channelled by the sherpas. Some evenings, by the way, we tried what is the “beer” of the place, a kind of hot drink, alcoholic, highly alcoholic, specially since you drink it with the cane, called tongba. And the real last evening of expedition, after I could use a whole bucket of hot water (Ohhhhhh GOD!) , with which I was also able to wash my hair 8) 8), I got badly drunk, probably because of the tiredness…. ::drinking:: ::drinking:: Well, those are the most vivid memories. But you probably will want to know a lot else. In that case….just shot! I will answer everything I can!
AND IN THE MEANTIME, SINCE THE 2006 IS ALMOST OVER (LUCKILY!!!!) MY BEST WISHES TO YOU ALL, FOR A YEAR THAT WILL GIVE YOU SERENITY, AND UNFORGETTABLE BEAUTIFUL AND MEMORABLE MOMENTS, FULLFILLING ALL YOUR DREAMS!
PS. And....G-man, the hint is really good, but no man want a yeti waiting for him, right? :) ;)
Title: Re: A RUSH of Extreme Highlights
Post by: G-man on January 01, 2007, 05:08:46 AM
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PS. And....G-man, the hint is really good, but no man want a yeti waiting for him, right?
Well yeah, you're right, I guess after a month you'd be pretty hairy. ::unbelieveable:: I'll give you that one......
Title: Re: A RUSH of Extreme Highlights
Post by: fireflyr on January 01, 2007, 05:48:13 AM
PS. And....G-man, the hint is really good, but no man want a yeti waiting for him, right?
Well yeah, you're right, I guess after a month you'd be pretty hairy. ::unbelieveable:: I'll give you that one......
In cold climates, a hairy women will keep the bed cozy warm---I don't let Charmaine shave her back in the winter for that very reason :P
If anyone tries to tell her I said that I'll simply deny it--she knows I never lie ::)
You sound awfully sure she doesn't read this forum, but then again if she said that quote in your signature then she might stay away, but still it's a risk.
But also remember there are a lot of people called furries, usually they're fans of anthro-something humanoid animals, either reading/watching comics/animated movies or cosplaying as them, especially catgirls. Think about if catgirls etc. existed, how long would a woman need in a shower if she had fur all over ::rofl:: There are several great webcomics out there with humanoid sentient animals out there, but then again, animals have even bigger claws than human women so it raises the stakes if you get her mad :D
This was just me making some innocent non-offensive jokes. I'm not drunk, I don't even drink coffeine, I am however still in the process of waking up after what sounded like WWIII out here on a supposedly peaceful tiny island with less than 1000 people.
And btw, about beards, I haven't shaved in over a month, why? Because I got big pimples that would hurt like death and taxes if I cut them. Isn't my life great? 35-40% of my hair according to my mom has now gone from dark brown to grey/white, but I still got pimples ::rofl:: Oh well, at my age then my dad, who I look (and act) like in all other areas, was well underway going bald but I'm not, except for what I think is called a widow's peak but I've had that forever.
Frank
Title: Re: A RUSH of Extreme Highlights
Post by: happylanding on January 01, 2007, 09:49:50 AM
And btw, about beards, I haven't shaved in over a month, why? Because I got big pimples that would hurt like death and taxes if I cut them. Isn't my life great? 35-40% of my hair according to my mom has now gone from dark brown to grey/white, but I still got pimples ::rofl:: Oh well, at my age then my dad, who I look (and act) like in all other areas, was well underway going bald but I'm not, except for what I think is called a widow's peak but I've had that forever.
Frank
Pimples are quite normal, almost at any age, if you're under stress. I did not suffer from acne when I was growing up and I lately had any sort of problem related to the skin. if you're looking for a fast way to make them disappear, wash with cold water and apply a small amount of menthol thootpaste on the spots. otherwise, go for the plant of hazel, and take the leafs and make them boil in water, using the extract as a tonic. last chance, teatree oil! good luck!
Title: Re: A RUSH of Extreme Highlights
Post by: Frank N. O. on January 01, 2007, 09:56:35 AM
Stress you say, I got tons of that, I also think it might be why my hair is turning grey, I read about energy in the folicles (I think that's the name for where the hair grows out) and if that energy is drained then your natural haircolour is gone forever. Thanks for the advice on the pimples, I'll see if I can get them to work, but I'm also planning on trying again to get something started in my life, possibly aviation, after we get the new car purchase done, but that's also hard since we started thinking that an expensive car will make it impossibel to save up money for several years.
Anyway, thanks for the advice and the story and hope you had a great and safe new year. We still have to check our old car for damage from falling rockets. Frank
Title: Re: A RUSH of Extreme Highlights
Post by: happylanding on January 03, 2007, 01:02:06 PM
Stress you say, I got tons of that, I also think it might be why my hair is turning grey, I read about energy in the folicles (I think that's the name for where the hair grows out) and if that energy is drained then your natural haircolour is gone forever. Thanks for the advice on the pimples, I'll see if I can get them to work, but I'm also planning on trying again to get something started in my life, possibly aviation, after we get the new car purchase done, but that's also hard since we started thinking that an expensive car will make it impossibel to save up money for several years.
Anyway, thanks for the advice and the story and hope you had a great and safe new year. We still have to check our old car for damage from falling rockets. Frank
Stress is a bad beast. try to relax, anyhow. The advices looks quite strange, but they are old remedies, and always works better than anything new in circulation. Hope you had a great beginning too, and the car was not damaged.
Title: Re: A RUSH of Extreme Highlights
Post by: G-man on November 19, 2008, 05:21:03 PM
Lightning = Fires = Staying Alive = Fire Season = Cold Beers = Yet Another Year of Psychiatric Counseling... ::loony:: ::whistle::
Well I can do the psychiatric counselling--I am on week 9 now of Psychology 101.. Its an online class--I will share a portion of my latest homework that I just posted:
"No disrespect intended to any of the professionals out there, but the phrase “there’s one born every minute comes to mind”. I am currently in California and hence had to do an Internet search for Brevard county therapy resources, and it was an eye opener. I guess my mind is sicker than I ever thought it was---but for only 3 or 4 sessions a week, at who knows how much money, I can be cured!!! . I really did not think that anyone really does psychoanalysis; I figured it had all died with Freud himself. I guess I am just an extremely cynical person when it comes to some of the results that are claimed. I do however agree that therapy can be beneficial for some people."
Title: Re: A RUSH of Extreme Highlights
Post by: G-man on April 29, 2009, 03:56:15 AM
So---for those that remember---I did send my story to Betty Beauty. It seems they took my words seriously and created a product for "Bob"...
Created for women--Loved by men... (http://www.bettybeauty.com/men.php)
Title: Re: A RUSH of Extreme Highlights
Post by: Rooster Cruiser on April 29, 2009, 04:11:47 AM
Gordy Gordy Gordy... Lets face it: You are an adrenaline Junkie! ::whistle:: ::whistle:: ::whistle::
Nuttin' wrong with that in my book so long as you admit it.
RC
Title: Re: A RUSH of Extreme Highlights
Post by: G-man on April 29, 2009, 04:22:53 AM
