I have the power, except when I don’t
Hi, I’m Adam, Prince of Eternia, defender of the secrets of…er, no.
Where was I? Oh yeah. I blow-dried my hair the other day. Big deal, you say – but what you don’t realize is that I haven’t actually blow-dried my hair the entire time we’ve lived in this apartment. So, like, eight months? And it’s not like I was prom queen before that. So doing my hair = big fun, let me tell you.
Of course, there was a catch. This is an artistic recreation of the combination between blow dryer and historic apartment building (with its corresponding historic wiring):
(Okay, secretly I like this picture because my arm looks positively muscular. But, also! Also it is illustrative.)
Yes, two minutes into my hair-styling routine, I blew a fuse. Then I did it again, just for fun. Old wiring FTW!
So apparently I actually can’t blow-dry my hair. And in related news, I should always be viewed by low light, and possibly in a tank top.
VERY cool pictures. But how did you take them, with blow dryer in one hand and camera in the other? Good balance in that case, I say! Whenever I try to take a self-portrait, I end up with flashes of my nose and not much else.
Comment by Kinnari — February 13, 2008 @ 2:35 pm
I menaced her with the camera.
She was being far too cute to not be taking pictures.
Comment by Not So Cranky Dada — February 13, 2008 @ 3:50 pm