Happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Canadians.
Happy Columbus Day to my American readers. (Though I’m not sure why the guy who directed MRS. DOUBTFIRE deserves a holiday, but whatever.)
And Happy “All Your Crops Are Going To Glow In The Dark” Day to my North Korean friends.
I’m getting my hair cut later today.
It doesn’t look anything like that, I just wanted to know if you remembered.
But, it is getting long and messy. I can’t think of any celeb to compare it to. Maybe Tom Selleck circa “Magnum P.I.”, since I am always wearing a ball cap too. And it is curling up like wings on the sides.
Typically on hair cut day, my hair decides to look awesome. Thus prompting me to wonder why I decided to get it cut in the first place. That almost always happens.
But not today.
Today it looks like the crap.
And it made me think, “Hmmm… the exception that proves the rule.”
And that made me think, “What the hell does that even mean?”
And THAT made me think, “Man, I’d love a chocolate Pop Tart right now.”
But, back to that rule thing… how does that even make sense? Wouldn’t an exception actually disprove a rule and junk?
Now, me having a bad hair day won’t have as adverse an effect on world markets as that nasty business in North Korea will. Probably. But, it was definitely time to get it cut.
I never know what to say when the lady asks me “What do you want done today?”
Uhm, can you, like, make it shorter?
And, from what I know about the industry, she does have the tools for making that happen.
I say things like, “Yeah, shorter… but not too short.” “Longer on top than on the sides. But, not MUCH longer.” And “Have you seen Chad Michael Murray’s hair lately? Yeah, I don’t want it to look anything like that. I just wanted to know if you had seen it.”
Since I wear baseball caps so often, I really don’t get too stressed about what it looks like.
As long as I don’t end up looking like this dude, I’ll be happy: