Conservative Like Me

I don't think I'd even been in California a whole week before I'd decided to try out a whole new look with long, flowing locks, take-me-as-you-see-me dress, and general scruffiness. In the past year, I've only cut my hair two or three times. I'd done the bleach bit and, later, the black dye bit. Haven't gone in for piercings or tattoos, but I've gotten about as extreme as I prefer to go.

This weekend, though, I decided, "chuck it." I'd grown tired of being That Guy in the office. I hated pushing hair out of my eyes every other minute. I didn't like feeling like a greaseball, should I happen to go all the way to noon without hitting the shower on a Saturday. Yeah, the conservative look isn't quite as unique or interesting, but, dagummit, it's easier.

Anyhow, I chopped all the hair off. Then, I shaved my moustache off (leaving the chin stuff to compensate for my admittedly weak Marilyn Manson-esque chin). Then, I dyed my hair a slightly-lighter beige-ishawberry-blondish. I also went to contact lenses. I even tucked the shirt in this morning for work. Carey was amazed: "oh, wow, it's the Jeremy I started dating in college. That's really weird. You look seven years younger."

So, for the time being, I'm back to Vintange Me. I won't stay here forever, but I felt the need to live in the Land of Boring Grown-Ups for awhile.
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Happy Birthday +1 to Erin Burtoft, my sister. 26 yesterday and I hope she got my phone message. If not, sorry. But still. But sorry.
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Picked up Neil Gaiman's new Sandman graphic novel, Endless Nights, on Friday night and had finished it by Saturday afternoon. It's well in the running for my favorite book this year. Beautiful artwork and stirring stories. I'd worried that Gaiman's absence from the Sandman mythos for the past six or seven years would have caused his flavor for the characters to grow a little stale... fortunately, he's as sharp as ever with these seven self-contained tales. Great stuff.