Discover magazine has a snippet about a scientist who has discovered a way to slice cheese to the thickness of a human hair with a laser, something I mistakenly thought hoagie shops could do all along.

I've been sticking my nose in a new hair cutting place next to my jin-shin place every week, but there was never an open slot. Today I finally got my hair cut. I had been going to a nice place before this, however, the stylists kept getting pregnant and leaving -- and I'd be shuffled to a stragner. After 3 bad haircuts I was revolting, and didn't go back. This new place is adjacent to my accustomed parking spot, so I can do two things at one time. I asked the stylist if he was likely to get pregnant, and he said, "No, I don't even like children."

I spent 5 minutes getting b5th's tiny wee camera operational on my system. It is, I fear, not worth it even five minutes of effort, however, as the quality of the pictures is low.

Someone who sounded like a man but having a woman's name left a message asking me to make replacement spice labels. I thought the usual crank caller asked for "Prince Albert in a can." You watch, though -- I'll probably wind up making replacement spice labels -- I'm a soft touch. Plus I never seem to think I can do without one iota of goodwill. Wuss.