Hair Fairy!

Today I went and got my hair cut. A memory of my youth returned to me. At a haircutting place that I was brought as a child, children were encouraged to, once the cut was over, pick up a bit of their hair from the floor and place it in a little box. You would close the box and the “Hair Fairy” would take your hair and replace it with a cheap toy like you’d get in one of those twenty-five cent vending machines. Obviously the hair just fell into the device (probably into a bag if the people who made it had any sense) and the toy would fall out from some other place which was no doubt a heavenly reservoir of cheap toys and I don’t think that even in my youngest days I believed in the Hair Fairy because the mechanism was so obvious looking. But I believe in the Hair Fairy now. Because someone should.

Maybe I’d get my hair cut a little more often if I still had such awesome reasons to do so.

I admit I am kind of wary of looking up “Hair Fairy” in Google, however. I don’t even want to know where that could lead.

In other news, I took a trip across town to Future Shop today with intent to buy the latest season of the Venture Brothers and use up some of the many Future Shop gift cards I have accumulated over the last few years worth of Christmases and Birthdayses. The bad news is that there was no Venture Brothers season three (or any Venture Bros. at all, it is sad to say) but the good news is that even after a bit of a spending spree I still have eighty-eight dollars worth of gift certified at Future Shop. Not bad.


Captain Amsterdam!
A frog with a heart of gold.
And twice the power.

I have decided that there must be a holiday about index fingers. Perhaps a day when we’re not allowed to use our index fingers for anything, just to remind us how useful such fingers are. And people who have lost their index fingers can speak at big public events. And those foam fingers from sports can be made into decorations for our houses. Someone should get working on that.

I Don’t See A Wolf, So I Don’t Believe You

Okay, I don’t think it’s really fair to point out flaws in educational cartoons for kids, but I just saw this one which I think was called Super Readers that had some things I feel like venting about, so… I will.

The main character is called Why. His baby sister just said her first word, which was his name. He told his family, but they didn’t believe him. Because of this, he summons his friends, the Super Readers to help him solve the problem. Apparently this is a situation that merits the intervention of superheroes. I thought that was kinda sad, but I figure this little storyland that these characters live in probably doesn’t have much in the way of crime, so I assumed they weren’t overly busy. If, after solving the problem, they hadn’t sang a song about how they “Saved The Day” I could have let it slide. A superhero calling in his friend superheroes to solve a terribly minor familial tiff doesn’t count as Saving The Day.

But the main problem is that, apparently the Super Readers solve problems by travelling into stories. This episode’s story was The Boy Who Cried Wolf. This is the classic story in which a young boy makes friends with a wolf and calls all his family to see, but the wolf had to go to the bathroom so he isn’t there when they arrive so nobody believes him. This happens a couple times until the family realizes they have to trust the boy and they wait around until the wolf finally shows up and brings them all flowers.

Except… That’s almost EXACTLY the opposite of what that story is. They changed the story so drastically that they didn’t really need to go into that story at all. Now a generation of literate, but misinformed children will never learn the moral of not lying about dangerous things or you’ll be eaten. I base my life around that moral! When was the last time I claimed to have seen a wolf? Not ever, I can tell you.

But really, though, they really did a number on that story. On the plus side, I was able to deduce the Super Story Answer after getting only two of the Super Letters. It was “Trust”. That made me feel pretty good. So good I didn’t even point out to Why that his sister’s first word could also be a sign that she’s having some sort of existential crisis.

I know I only get like six television channels, but I find it sad that Saturday morning gave me no good cartoons on any of them.

I Never Beat Super Mario 2 Either…

So, I’ve had this wart on my finger for a few years now. I’m getting annoyed with it. In my dimly remembered youth I had a wart on my thumb for a while and got rid of it with a product called Compound W. That worked just find back then. But this time, I’ve used the stuff so much that I have on two occasions burned this wart down until there was a concavity in my finger. Both times the wart has grown back. As I say, this is starting to annoy me. But then, I don’t see any other way of getting rid of the thing so I’ll be burning it down a third time, I guess.

Also, after I titled this post, I went back to check for my previous post about my wart. That is also named after Wart from Mario 2. Apparently that is just where my mind goes when the topic comes up.

And the freeze-ray thing I mentioned in that post… Obviously it didn’t work either.

After a Hiatus…

Previously on Book of PDR:

When a webcomic mentioned an obscure physics term, PDR tried to use Google to find out what it was. He ended up with a computer version of a virus inside his computer. He cleaned his computer and got rid of the virus enough so he could still operate it for his limited needs, but he knew the virus was still there. He thought it would not matter. He did not realize that it was SKYNET!

Anyway, I just spent like four or five days without the Internet. I guess my virused-up computer was sending out spam or something, so my provider shut me down (without actually telling me, just for the record). Anyway, I seem to have cleaned up the thing now. Maybe next time I’ll try a little harder to prevent this sort of thing.

Now to get caught up on all the Internet I missed over that brief time.