Nick Postagulous
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
Blue Spots! Landing On My Head!
During the manditory standing around drinking coffee period of my work day, where I have to listen to the Director talk about college football ad infinitum, one of the guys that doesn’t actually work in our building said something that got everyone worked up. Worked up about looking at the back of my head, in fact. He said that I had blue spots on my head.
I told him he was full of crap, but then he got his cohort he brought along to verify. I went and looked in the mirror in the bathroom, but I couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. But Dusty, we’ll call him that since it’s his real name, insisted that I had at least two blue spots on my head. And they kind of glowed. I told him he was full of crap again.
So, Dusty gets Labman to look at my head. I say that if there is anything on my head, it’s just sunscreen, and that’s white. They said this wasn’t white, it was blue, and it glowed a little. Labman sided with them and said I had blue spots on my head. And now I was getting the info that they distinctly didn’t look like bruises, that they were very light blue, and they were iridescent, though I think they were using the word incorrectly and actually meant incandescent.
Iridescent
SYLLABICATION: ir•i•des•cent
ADJECTIVE:
1. Producing a display of lustrous, rainbowlike colors: an iridescent oil slick; iridescent plumage.
2. Brilliant, lustrous, or colorful in effect or appearance: “The prelude was as iridescent as a prism in a morning room” (Carson McCullers).
Incandescent
SYLLABICATION: in•can•des•cent
ADJECTIVE:
1. Emitting visible light as a result of being heated.
2. Shining brilliantly; very bright. See synonyms at bright.
3. Characterized by ardent emotion, intensity, or brilliance: an incandescent performance.
Carson McCullers is a Dork
I copied those directly from American Heritage dictionary at Yahoo. So, Carson’s iridescent prelude...that’s not me writing that drivel.
I’m a Polar Bear
Then, they asked TC, and TC confirmed that he could detect some sort of glowing, but it was very light blue, and hard to see. How comforting, my head glows, but it’s not that blue. I went to the bathroom to see if I could wash whatever might be on my head off. In other words, I washed all my sunscreen off. And guessy what, still the peanut gallery insisted that I had a glowy blue head. Or, according to dusty, I had brilliant blue plumage.
Ah, but there is the key that makes it all fall together. The suggestions on my part as to what it was were bruises, gray hair, sunscreen, glowing blue dandruff, die from a hat (but my only two hats I’ve worn recently are red or black, but you never know, black is often a very deep purple). After Susan was in awe of my shining blue visage, I finally got TC to actually theorize about what’s going on.
He looked at my head and said that it looked like it was my hair reflecting the light of the fluorescent bulbs. Yeah. Duh. I said that to Dusty first thing, or maybe second. Susan then said that if I let my hair grow out, it would be a really pretty color. Yes, but a horrible receding hair line configuration. It would look like I had a petite hamster sleeping on my forehead.
My gray hair isn’t white, and it isn’t gray, it actually has no pigment in it at all. It’s clear. I’m like a polar bear.
Only pic I could find of the sides of my head
