I am participating in J-Walk‘s Five Pointless Questions game. Today, I answer the five questions John asked me on his blog, and I will create five questions for anyone who would like to carry on the tradition with a link from my site. If you’d like to play, just e-mail me, and thanks for playing!

1. Lather, rinse? Or lather, rinse, repeat?

I’ve often wondered about the origin of these strange instructions to wash my hair twice. Who started this nonsense, and why do all the shampoo manufacturers in the world continue to repeat it mindlessly like a mantra? I mean, does anyone anywhere actually lather up for a second cycle? Is copywriting dead?

Maybe I’ll create a new shampoo called Single-atherinse&#153 with the tag line “Shampoo that gets your hair clean the 1st time!”

On a related note – what’s the deal with “healthier looking hair?” I’m pretty sure someone must have sued a shampoo company for claiming their product actually made your hair ‘healthier,’ which is impossible, since hair is dead, so they added the word “looking” for compliance.

But perhaps the ultimate answer to this insightful question can be found by meditating on the deeper meanings of this song from Friends (there’s a sound clip on the linked page):

In the Shower, by Phoebe Buffet

I’m in the shower and I’m writing a song

Stop me if you’ve heard it

My skin is soapy and my hair is wet

And tegrin spelled backward is nirget

Lather, rinse, repeat

Lather, rinse, repeat

Lather, rinse, repeat

( pause )

As needed

2. So how was your day?

That depends… which one? Seriously, though, after I had a gentle massage and breakfast in bed, my butler brought me my freshly-ironed newpaper folded open to the comics page, and briefed me on the rest of my staff’s activities for the day. Then, as my team of personal fashion consultants were dressing me for the day’s adventures, I woke up, went to work, and stayed till about 8:00 pm finishing up a project that got behind due to obsessive blog surfing.

3. What happens when night falls? When day breaks?

Being a night-owl, I’m not real up on what happens at daybreak, because “the early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.” It doesn’t surprise me too much that so many days go poorly for people when they break them right up front like that.

Last night, as the sun went down, just as my wife and daughter pulled into our driveway, there were 3 or 4 bats doing arial stunt-dives all over our back yard across the backdrop of a beautiful sunset and a tree in silhouette, and we all sat there watching like it was a drive-in movie.

4. What’s the worst job you’ve ever had?

I’ve had enough bad jobs that this is kinda like multiple-choice:

a) Diggerman’s Grunt

This is what they call the guy who uses a shovel to keep the dirt from falling back into the hole the auger on a digger truck makes for an electric power pole (when you work for the electric company they make fun of you if you call it a “telephone pole”). After you raise the pole (hee-hee), you get to put the dirt back in. I can still hear the crew foreman, whose name was, I swear to god, Butch, yelling “Stooooo-pid Grunt!”

b) Kentucky Fried Chicken cook.

This was back in the days when they started with whole cut-up frying chickens, and each cooker had a wire rack that held two whole chickens’ worth of parts. Nowadays, they just have big bags of frozen parts sorted separately into bags of legs, bags of breasts, etc. I know this because I asked for my favorite piece, which we used to call a ‘back’ – you know, that piece with a crumbly bit of white meat that’s attached to the ribs? – and they had no idea what I was talking about. We thought through it together, though, and came up with the theory that this is where ‘tender chicken strips’ come from. So then I thought, “COOL! I’ll just order a bunch of strips,” but “Damn!” they only come in extra-crispy, and I only like original. Life’s unfair.

Not a bad job though, if you enjoy getting burned by hot oil while covered in grease, flour, and chicken blood.

c) Janitor at a K-Mart

You have not lived until you’ve swept and mopped a 40,000 square foot tile floor. And waxed. And buffed. By the way, the ladies’ restroom was always a lot messier than the mens. Go figure.

d) Jewelry Salesman

This could have been a really easy, really cool job, but I’m just no good at selling things nobody needs at prices that don’t make sense to people who can’t afford them while earning less than I’m worth.

5. Describe the most recent food-related accident that you’ve been involved in.

I narrowly avoided a serious accident last night while I was stuffing peppers for dinner. My lovely wife does not like spicy foods you see, and these were not intended to be spicy, but I accidentally used some ridiculous ‘taco flavored’ grated cheese that we’d bought by mistake thinking it was a regular cheddar-jack mix. Luckily, the effect was subtle enough that my wife declared that it was the perfect touch. And here I thought it was the portabella mushrooms.

So the most recent food-related accident was that I actually spilled a cup full of milk all over the kitchen, and our daughter actually cried over it. I didn’t tell her that there’s no use crying over spilt milk, because it was the last milk we had in the house and she’d just asked for some milk, and there it was all over the floor. I did not cry.

Well, I did add the little blurb about Gooblek over in the sidebar, and rearranged things a bit, but after reviewing my site log, I’ve decided that I can’t be held responsible for what people put into search engines. One of my more recent visitors was looking for “lawry’s foods” and got a hit because of my article on seasoned salt, MSG, and umami, and I may even have been helpful to them. But I’m not sure what to do about the person who was searching for “poem about asparagus.” Oh what the heck:


In spring when hopeful raindrops fall

Upon my garden plot of clay

Do tiny phallic shoots of green

Poke out their heads as if to play

I cut them down whilst wee they be

And steam and eat them avidly

For all must certainly agree

It makes for funny smelling pee

I hate to admit it, but I’ve been going around trying to get some of the high profile blogmeisters to link to my Gray Davis-to-Arnold morph like some kind of link-whore ingenue, and so far nobody’s interested. Oh well. Tomorrow I’m supposed to answer Five Pointless Questions for John Walkenbach’s J-Walk blog, and that should drive a bunch of poor innocents over here for no good reason.

Well, gosh, I’m starting to feel kinda bad for the people who are wandering here by accident – this blog is now the 1st listing for a Google search on ‘gooblek’ and I don’t have any information here. I’m considering adding a ‘What is Gooblek?’ link over on the sidebar so it’s not a complete waste.

On a related note, I recently participated in Carnival of the Vanities #46, hosted by Across the Atlantic, and, while it didn’t make my site an overnight sensation, there was a very discernable peak in my ‘hits per day’ (see graph).

I am sorry to say that Gallagher did throw his hat in the ring, but I’ve checked out his site, and while he is amusing, I don’t think he’s serious enough to be a contender. What a freakshow, and the lemmings are lapping it up.

Here are some links to cool things I became aware of today:

And here are some interesting pictures:

The Escape Artist

I am, as Houdini once was, a master of the escape. Wherever I am and whatever I’m doing, I usually have some escapist behavior going on.Can I get back to you? I'm all tied up. When I’m at work, I escape by surfing and blogging. When I work in my yard, I drink too much beer and play loud music on my boom-box. When I’m at home, I escape into the television – a miraculous world of mind-numbing marvelosity. I eat while I’m watching TV. While I drive, I escape into motivational tapes. I do most of my reading in the bathtub and on the toilet.

Maybe it’s time I stopped screwing around all the time and did whatever it is that I’m nominally supposed to be doing?

By the way, on the heels of Arnold’s thowing of the proverbial hat into the proverbial ring, Gary Coleman has announced that he’s also entering the California gubernatorial race, and the comedian Gallagher’s thinking about it, so… I imagine that in the future, the governor of California will be chosen from among a large pool of candidates by the process used on American Idol&#153, and celebrities only need apply.

Emily’s questions are getting harder all the time. One of her favorites right now is, “Daddy, I want to ask you sumpthing, OK? – is [this or that person or thing] really real, I mean really?” Like the other day, I showed her an article about Steve Burns, Get a Clue!who used to be the host of the kid’s show Blue’s Clues, but left to record a rock album. So she says, “So he’s really real, huh?” and I say, “Yeah, he’s a real guy,” and she asks, tentatively with big eyes, “does that mean Blue’s real too?” and I have to say, “No, honey, Steve and Joe are real, but Blue’s just a cartoon.”

She’s very into a couple of Christmas books about the birth of the baby Jesus, and she asked me if Jesus was really a king when he grew up, and I said yes, but I think she’s going to be disappointed when she learns the ending to the story. Then there’s the whole Santa thing – hoo boy.

At least we haven’t kept her in the dark about where meat comes from.

I had an entertaining conversation with my 4-year old daughter and her 4-year old friend yesterday. It occurred to me that in order to have an engaging story with a strong plot, it helps if you have a bad guy.I'm bad. I'm bad. You know it. So, for several minutes, I would ask the two young’uns, “where would Cinderella be without…” and they would yell “the evil stepmother!” Where would The Little Mermaid&#153 be without Ursula the Sea Hag? Where would Little Red be without the big bad wolf? Well, you get the idea, but it’s a fun game, the girls enjoyed it, and you can go on as long as you like. Heck, you can even do voices like Darth Vader, if you’re into that sort of thing.

So… where would Dubbya be without Saddam? He tried to work his white-cowboy-hat hoo-doo using Osama bin Laden, but when he realized the improbability of successfully tracking him down, he had to shift the embodiment-of-evil a little ways down the axis to land on Mr. Hussein. Now, I’m not saying the guy isn’t evil. I’m not even saying he doesn’t deserve to die. I’m saying I don’t like our new big-stick foreign policy, and I don’t approve of the way the sons were handled – I find it hard to believe that there couldn’t have been a better opportunity to take them alive and take them to justice.

On a related note, here’s a good article from The Guardian U.K. called America Is a Religion.

On an unrelated and lighter note, here’s a fairly convincing argument that Paul really is dead.

Hmm... I don't recall.Out here in California, we have a $35 Billion deficit. That’s about $800 a head, which means my family owes somebody about $2400. Of course, that’s still less than our $1500+ per capita share of Bush’s (probably understated) expected deficit, and he’s passin’ out checks!

You’ve probably heard that they’re gonna try to recall Gov. Gray Davis, but we don’t know who would replace him. Last I heard, Arnold Schwarzenegger says he doesn’t want to run, which is good. I mean, that makes as much sense as an out of work actor becoming president, or electing a current president’s son a few years later. Oh, wait…

Anyway, I’ve taken way too much effort to create a nifty little picture thingy, so click on Gray’s picture, and I’ll show you something kinda cool.

Oh, I had a little fun with some Dubbya pics too…

I’ve had a problem with Blogger for a couple days now where it won’t build a valid archive file, so it looks like the archived blogs are all missing, but the good news is that they’re all really here. If you back up to the weblog directory, it’ll give you a list, but I’m sure hoping they get it fixed – I sent them a trouble report, but with over a million registered bloggers, I’m not holding my breath!

Here’s a decent little poem from the Darwinian Poetry site – I think they’re getting better:

twilight eyes self deceive

the soullessness

one wept the glimpsing

one wept enough