Now then, pups, cubs and kits. Can anyone tell me what happens when we leave the house in a hurry with very wet hair, in sub zeroes¹, and stand at the tram stop for something like 35-45 minutes?

Well, if our hair is known for curling adorably unless blow-dried straight, frickin' icicle ringlets is what happens. Hahaw!

Incidentally, I don't see the fuss about 'hat hair'. I like mine today; my flame beanie² has made it flattish, apart from the aforementioned curls lower down, which is cool by me.

(My concept of taste is apparently at right angles to the bulk of humanity's, though. At least, there's no shortage of people willing to tell me I'm objectively wrong about such things...)

Today I burned and brought in a CD of Sonic the Hedgehog soundtrack remixes (AWESOME) to listen to while doing concentratey sorts of tasks. My coworkers listen to sensible things like Chill FM webcasts. Sssh. Thank goodness for headphones.

¹ Only probably -3 or -5ish, not impressive ones like Finland.
² Like the red one, except it's stitched instead of knitted - a lot nicer, in fact.