Maru's Mun Journal

I wanted something a bit wilder this time:





The bloke in the mirror who is taking my picture is the hairdresser who cut my hair. He's a bit of a wild, original, creative type who uses special scissor made from folded Japanese steel. We cheerfully talked shop about sharp and pointy things while he did my hair.

Even though I am not a failing national economy, I got a radical haircut -- actually, in preparation for my departure to rehab* tomorrow. I don't want to have to bother with hair after sports and swimming and showers and that sort of thing. So, off with that hair!

The only odd thing is the total lack of dye -- I feel I ought to be more purple somehow. But with all the sweat and water ahead, purple dye will have to wait until after my return.-


*Link is in German, but you do get an idea what a nice kind of place they are sending me to. I have been looking at the pictures and been thinking 'Yes please! This will be good for me!'

Yesterday, I re-dyed my hair in a colour that called itself 'Vibrant Violet' but turned out rather more like a rude raspberry, but I don't mind -- I finally have some colour on my head again! The purple dye from my last time at the hairdresser's had washed out remarkably fast, and left me coppery-and-blonde in a way I didn't entirely approve of. Now it's a purply red, or a reddish purple, nicely unnatural and in-your-face, and you can still see the originally bleached fringe area as the colour is entirely, shrilly artificial there while the rest is a little darker and browner-tinged. I am content with the result.



And then the Nazgul went to see PotC4 -- in fact, the picture was taken in front of the cinema. It's that famous cinema in Munich where Rocky Horror Picture Show has been running continuously since it first opened, and it's a treasure in and of itself, old and entirely analogue, each of the theatres painted with murals about one specific movie. We weren't in the RHPS room, we were in the Deep Blue room this time. It's one of the two cinemas where they show movies in the original -- one in walking distance from where I live (this), and the other one, much larger and technically more advanced and air-conditioned and everything, in walking distance from where the Nazgul lives.

The movie itself was rather like everybody had said it was -- good fun, but with a feel of a 'packaged tour led by Captain Jack Sparrow', as Der Spiegel hat put it. Predictable, stuck in its own iconicity, providing all the right tropes at the right time. It's a amusement park ride, after all -- and people are happy to see things again they know, and see Jack Sparrow flail a lot. That's what expected, and there was lots of it, and we loved and enjoyed every minute of the 136 there were, right down to the Easter egg at the end of the credits (which one expects by now, too). But I think the movie knew what it was doing -- the thing with the fake Jack Sparrow at the beginning makes it amply clear that he's just as iconic in-universe as he is in actual reality. Forget Twilight, move over Harry Potter, the pop culture character of the 2000s that's going to survive down the times is Captain Jack Sparrow.

( Now a cut with some spoilery details... )

And yes, I'm going to see it again with the Little Lady, I'm going to buy the DVD and see PotC5 if there ever is one, but that doesn't lessen the predicatbility. But medieval markets are predictable as well, and we keep going there to drink beer, listen to wannabe-medieval silliness and interesting music, and buy scraps of fur for the cats. Why shouldn't Pirates be the same? It's still fun.

Finally, the Nazgul and I went to have our hair done again. We had found our hairdresser, Muriel, again. She's at a salon near the university now where lots of students go to have their hair cut. She did really good work on us.

Afterwards, we went to the Starbucks at the square where the demonstration had been two weeks ago, and took pictures of each other, for documentation purposes.



Here is me, with my freshly retouched Tracy-Turnblad style blonde stripes in my fringe.



And the Nazgul, with a green streak instead of a blue one this time. The lady Muriel had forgotten the pot of blue at home. Seems they're not keeping those extreme colours in the salon; they're her speciality.

In the Starbucks, people were a bit odd. To my left, there was a little high-heeled orcette trying to read a book by marking everything she had read with blue highlight marker. You could see the Nazgul's librarian heart flinching, wincing, and cringing at such a senseless sacrilege. On my right, a Japanese girl was reading and listening to music when suddenly, a very odd old man appeared and told her and me to take our stuff away, he had to sit there. "No," I said, while stowing my bag and denim vest behind me, "you don't have to, you want to." He sat, there, drinking tea and smelling slightly of used book shops, ramrod straight, with no hair, and a terribly, terribly green pair of trousers. In our usual drama coffee shop, we don't get quite that sort of terrifying dryness and oddity, or the sort of Essex girl (mutatis mutandis) that was mutilating the poor book on the other side.

We drank up, and fled.

Yesterday, the Nazgul and I went to have our hair done again, just by the way of reminding ourselves we're really girls. **grins** She had her blue streak thickened and the blue colour made more intense, and I got it recut in a slightly more snappy way. The Nazgul still said that I look extremely serious and respectable with that haircut, which wasn't quite the intention... **pout**


And then, here is a picture of my actual Urquhart mug at my work:

The Nazgul and I tend to hijack holidays we like, or even make some up from scratch, like Rasputin's Deathday, or cativersaries; and we do Easter twice, as a rule, the Western and  the Orthodox one.

Last year, the Atlanteans were here and we did Thanksgiving, so we hijacked that too and did it again this year. OMG does the Nazgul ever bake an excellent pumpkin pie!!

I am so full now; so was the Nazgul when she left, and so are the cats who first had tuna and then some lukewarm turkey; and Mephi even stole a piece of pumpkin pie afterwards.

Also, I had my hair done today. I swore off the purple, and now have some fun stripes in front.