Flair for Hair

I was at T's place last week and watched some TV with her and Tommy. Tommy had changed his look since the last time I saw him and he was looking pretty good with a new haircut and trimmed facial hair.

Apparently, he cut his hair himself. It's one of those haircuts that's short on the sides and messy and uneven on top. The kind of haircut that needs a bit of product to look right. And it looked right on Tommy.

I thought they might be pulling my leg when they said Tommy cut his own hair. I've known people to do it but the results didn't look as good. If it's true, I think Tommy might have missed his calling. He's actually good at it. For someone who cut his own hair he did a good job of blending the sides in with increased length on top. If he's as good at doing his own highlights as he is with his hair, I'll start to worry.

I wonder if he does T's hair? She always looks so good.

Winter Blues

I'm feeling the winter blues these days. I don't think I'm unique in that regard but it does explain why I haven't felt like posting here and why I've spent so much time on the couch watching crappy TV.

I found an article on the BBC that explains how some genius calculated that this coming Monday is the most depressing day of the year. He's even shared his mathematical formula so we can work it out for ourselves if it makes us feel better. I liked the article (I couldn't help but think I wouldn't be depressed at all if the shirtless man in the picture was in my bed). But, there was one important variable left out of the equation. My own depression is directly proportional to the number of episodes of American Idol that have to air before the show is over for another year.

I used to enjoy the show's early episodes for the sheer pleasure of watching people make asses out of themselves. But the novelty is wearing off. Now it seems that people try to act weird to increase their chances of being on TV. I'd rather watch people make themselve look stupid for real. Maybe it's time to go out to a club and laugh at how the drunken queens dance. Or maybe karaoke somewhere.....

I want to bowl like a Lesbian

I went bowling the other night. It's been a long time since I've been out bowling. I knew that I was a bad bowler even back when I was at my personal best. But I was so bad I needed the bumpers up just to keep the ball from going in the gutter.

Unfortunately for me, no one else needed or wanted the bumpers and some genius figured out how to lower them after the second frame. After that, I only managed to knock down some pins with one of my next six balls. My final score was something like 40. I saw a child score and 80 several lanes away.

But the best bowlers were the lesbians who were next to us. They looked like they had a lot of practice and the worst score among them was a 150 or 160. I would have done anything for a score like that. Even get my hair cut in a mullet.

Happy 2005

I thought I'd stay in for New Year's Eve this year. I've decided that if you spent New Year's in front of a TV or in front of a TV camera, your evening sucked. There was nothing on TV. But I'm glad I was one of the people changing the channels and complaining about the lack of programming instead of one of the drunks caught on camera .

I saw some horrid Billy Idol performance on TV with about eight women screaming for him while he sang. I think they were paid.

I bought some nice food and a bottle of champagne for tonight. D didn't like the champagne so I drank almost the whole bottle myself. I didn't care for it too much. It didn't taste very good. And no, I didn't let the paper bag touch my lips.