johnnyfive

Like shedded fur my hair is gone. Each and every strand met it's fate at the flash of a blade, or rather a pair of blades on a pivoting axel commonly referred to as scissors. All save for a small Jedi Padawan-esque braid or as they would have said twenty years ago: a rat tail. Gone are the days of sweat and heat weighting down my noggin, albeit gone, too, are the dark, curly locks of yore. They will be missed, but oddly enough by others more than me. Don't they know that the vestures of my soul, hair, epidermis, and calcium deposits (nails and teeth) included, are just that: vestures; an outer layer that if anything is a mere translucent reckoning of the true inner-self?

Aside from the hair-do; or the hair-don't as some would say, nothing is new except for music stuff. I'm really digging the new Blonde Redhead and !!! album. !!! is good good good. not yeah yeah yeah. Funny, since !!! 's name is pronounced as any three repetative sounds, technically one could refer to them as yeah yeah yeah.

Punky Brewster and Dead Like Me are out on DVD now; run to your stores!