Hairbrushes cost about $6

Every few years, I chop off most of my hair and donate it to make wigs for kids who have cancer (locksoflove.org for those of you thinking this is a good idea, which it is!). I then start growing it out again. And every few years, there comes a time when I snap a brush in half while dealing with my hair. I have a long-standing hate with my hair. It grows really fast, fairly straight (except more curly rencently), and is monster thick. There is always the day that the thickness of my hair times the length is enough to snap a regular brush, and it always happens when my hair is just below shoulder length.

It actually doesn't hurt, since I and my hair have epic fights every morning and all nerves in my scalp seem immune to pain, but untangling half of a brush from a forest of hair is eight kinds of annoying and involves a minimum of six different swear words.

Anyway, I have reached that length and lost a good brush in a mighty battle. Luckily, I know my hair and had a replacement brush ready. As I muttered malevolently about my hair, my mom suggested I chop it all off again. I've got about three inches to go before I can donate. This means I'll be "pretty" for my graduate recital before chopping it all off to start the cycle again. Hair. Bah.

An Erinku:
I suspect
loads of laundry
to be gremlin-powered
(doubling in number in the night)

New Math

Late last night/early this morning, I learned that marathons are always 26 miles long. I always knew they were long, but am not involved in that world, so I figured there was some variation. Since there isn't, I instantly liked the idea of using them as a unit of measurement. Such as, "The road trip is about 10 marathons long."

Then one of my houseguests mentioned that, when younger, they would measure drives by the number of Sesame Street (one hour) or Mr. Rogers (30 minutes) episodes. This lead to the discovery that if you drove 52 miles per hour (or two marathons per hour), Mr. Rogers = one marathon.

There was some speculation at one point about how Mr. Rogers would compare with the StayPuft Marshmallow Man now that he was 26 miles tall, and that Big Bird really is a huge canary. Then math was used to figure that if you walk a marathon, it will take 6-7 hours (if you're a fast walker), meaning that walking a marathon = one complete A&E Pride and Prejudice or one of the very extended Lord of the Rings movies.

This lead to idle speculation about the ratio of Mr. Darcys to Aragorns and my firm conviction of using Colin Firth as a unit of measurement (6'1" according to Goggle). Meaning that there are 22567.8 Colin Firths per marathon. I am absolutely convinced that continuing in this direction will lead to unraveling all the universe's secrets.

I'm up briefly in the middle of my night because, in my dreams, I was trying to figure out the number of Colin Firths per marathon. It's complex enough math that I needed to be awake. And now that it's 6:30, it's time to go back to sleep.

An Erinku:
I walk
about
40 Colin Firths
to work