To remind myself why I never, ever want to mess with my hair colour again, right after the full horror of my recent dye job sank in I took a photograph. Since there have been requests from my three loyal readers to share the pain, well, here it is.

(Feel free to admire my muscles extravagantly. We'll all pretend that the 20 pounds or so of extra lard I'm carrying isn't there. Imagination is a wonderful thing.)

Two of my three loyal readers, Jenn and Jamie , told me that Dawn dish detergent followed up by my regular shampoo and conditioner would help strip the gray/brown tint and give me back my white hair. Clearly, my loyal readers are a sage group, well versed in the arcana of hair recovery, because lo and behold the white hair is returning!

Ah, but before I show you the fast recovering hair I have to tell you that the picture contains a very, very odd effect.

My last plea for new gym workout music yielded a lovely gift from Australia's own Lone Ranger (a now defunct diary, but we still keep in touch because Lonie has a special place in my heart). It's very dance-a-rrific and just what I need to bop down the miles. It's an eight beads of sweat wonder, for sure.

And then, on Monday, another disc came from Coleenie. I went mental with joy when I saw it contained one of my favourite songs of all time (The Weathergirls' "It's Raining Men" and I don't care what you say about that because sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never make me stop doing spastic disco moves to that song.)

But wait, There Was More! Also in the parcel was a small crown and what Coleenie informed me was The Disco Wand of Great Justice. No one has ever given me a crown, let alone a wand before. I was tickled pink.

There was much eye rolling on the part of the spousal unit. Men. They have no idea of how incredibly cool it is to get a wand and a small crown.

Even worse, Zubby kept trying to steal my wand because HE thought it was The Disco Cat Toy.

So this morning I decided I wanted a picture to show my hair in transition. Fortunately, the white is returning. I put on my tiny glittery crown (and really, I can see why queens don't wear their crowns all the time--it's a major hair challenge) and I also took my wand. When he saw the wand there was so much eye rolling from the spousal unit I thought I was in a remake of The Exorcist.

Well, he better not be rolling his eyes at me anymore! Look at the aura around the wand. THE DISCO WAND OF JUSTICE CLEARLY HAS AWESOME POWERS!

I sweartogawd that there was no trickery involved here at all. All I did was crop the picture and reduce the pixels so it would be a faster load. The effect is even MORE pronounced in the original.

So, now not only am I a host for a zombie organ, I am also the possessor of a small plastic device which obviously contains awesome powers.

I will do my best to only use my powers for good.

--Marn

Mileage on the Marnometer: 354.69 miles (570.8 kilometers)
Goal for 2003: 500 miles - 804.5 kilometers