Haircuts, J. Edgar Hoover, and the grocery store of death

There's very little going on in my life right now. Sure, I'm reading J. Edgar Hoover's The Masters of Deceit, but that is not very uplifting. Oh, Jedgar hated the atheists, and he keeps stressing how atheism is the first step toward communism. Idiot.

I have started going to a new grocery store. Road work has rerouted my commute past a different branch of the chain that I usually attend. The only problem is, however, is that it is what me and my roommate call "the Schnucks o' Death." OK, every so often there is a drive-by in that strip mall. The food is not as good as my usual Schnucks, the workers are surly but at least are really bad at their jobs, and the lines actually grow backward from the counter as you are waiting to check out--I swear. Dingy and disorganized, but on the way. I'm willing to settle.

Next to my usual Schuncks is a barber shop. I hate having my hair cut. It's the fact that someone is futzing with my head, the outcome is sort of a crap shoot and I hate when they try to sell me hair gel I do not need. There are haircuts in hell, of this I am sure. Well, my new beard needed its first trimming pretty badly, so I asked them to neaten it around the edges. I guess it's ok, but I have the strong sense that my face is in a frame.

I'm at home unattended right now. Animala is off teaching. She has a 3.5 hour long class at a community college. The other day, she said that she did "argument, fallacies, and logic" in one class. Jeepers!

HJ