Infiniti

So I haven't forgotten how to spell infinity. Really. I just have this new hair dryer that isn't ridiculously expensive and dries my hair so fast I could cry from gratitude. It's by Conair. It comes with attachments. I tried them. Whatever.

I'm thinking of teaching Ramblin' Jack how to do a blow out.

I haven't told him yet.

I imagine he'll be resistant to the idea. I can't help that. But I don't see any point to quitting before I even get started, so I'm setting an impossible goal:

Ramblin' Jack will give me a weekly, professional caliber blow out. And he'll like it.

Let's see what the universe thinks of that.

But, in all seriousness, the blow dryer rocks. I never get over the never-ending improvements in technology. Real improvements. That make a real difference in my life. Like how popcorn takes half the time it used to take popping in the microwave. That's progress.

Of course cell phones and hulu (and Hank bless Pirate Bay--I love you Pirate Bay!). I can't get over GPS. I mean, through no fault of my own, I'm not perpetually lost or in immediate danger of becoming lost anymore. Now, I will admit that I seldom travel outside of a two-mile radius of my house, but that's never stopped me before, people.

I can get lost anywhere. I am that good.

But hair, my hair, dry in about three minutes. I can't turn that down. Especially given the fact that it's a good old fashioned drugstore brand that's pumping the air. Not Chi or some other fancypants beauty supply store diva fleecer, but Con-freaking-air. With the ceramic and the ion stuff and all that.

Brilliant.

I don't have to get the tired arm or the frizzy head. I can have my dry and glossy, too.

These are the things that keep me up at night. When I'm not contemplating world domination. And how stupid it is to send a man to Mars, because it's not like there's cell reception there or tropical island beaches. They don't even have breathable air. Or bars.

Heh.

You know I put that last reference in there just to be a jerk. What do I care if Mars has bars? No one's sending me there. I'd never pass the physical. Or the urine test. Not to mention the psychological screening.

In any case, my hair is dry and shiny and if Ramblin'  Jack doesn't let me down, pretty soon it will even have a saucy little bounce.

What will they think of next?

Comments

[Alice]

Seriously, is it that good? If I go and buy one of these and my hair is still frizzy, I'm coming over there.

[pandora]

my current hair dryer spits out smoke every so often...
i take that as a sign that i should get a new one
how much is said con-freaking-air?

[Polly Poppins]

@pandora, 33.99 on amazon. Will ship prime, so you can have Dol order it for you.

@Alice, there's a diffuser attachment but I still recommend heat protector and maybe a glossing serum. Oh, and don't dry completely, just get to lightly damp and let the rest air dry while you get dressed.

[The Dol]

Ah, beautiful! I love a quality hair dryer. I have one of the expensive ones myself, and I do love it. I bring it along any time I travel because I hate using those crummy ones in hotels.

Mars is totally overrated. I'd much rather see us invest in trying to send someone to Romulen or Betazed.

[Diosa]

Remember when I posted, oh I don't know, a year ago, that I needed a new dryer. This is the one I bought. It's good.

[Bookgirl]

I know this is bragging, but Im gonna do it everywhere. I have hair so pretty I could do shampoo commercials. And I never have to blow dry it. Not ever. Hah. (Come on. I'm chubby, single, and unemployed. Y'all have to let me really wallow in my small victories...)