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Hair Today, Shorn Tomorrow

So a while ago I decided, for lack of anything better to do, to see what I’d look like with a beard. After about a week and a half, it went from 5 o’clock-sexy to beginning-scraggly-is-that-egg-stuck-in-there, and just had to go. What’s more, I was so fascinated with the brillo pad on my chin that I was rubbing myself raw.

I decided, at least to have fun shaving it, and went through the different phases I might have ever gone through if I was really a facial hair kinda guy. So, because all the ladeez were clamoring for it, here’s me with the beginnings of a goatee. I think I look a little, ummm, not heterosexual. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Bleh, just not me, you know?

And now for something completely different. This is me as a 70’s porn star. I know I’ll get a lot of e-mails and comments about how HOTT I look in that picture; and, unfortunately, that’s exactly why it had to go. I was just too. damn. sexy.

And finally, as a way of achieving a personal goal that will require no further comment besides name as it is, as mentioned, a personal goal and not at all interesting to you, The Masses: The Reverse Hitler

Things I did this weekend that I didn’t take pictures of

.: made fondue. both cheese and chocolate
.: fixed a toilet, broke a door, helped paint a wall and strip a table
.: danced danced danced
.: saw High Fidelity for the first and second time
.: actually purchased CD’s for the first time in a long time, with money I don’t have
.: as a result of all above, felt almost human

I walked out of OSH, singing the refrain from the pumped-in music under my breath:

Anything you want, you got it
Anything you need, you got it
Anything at all, you got it. Baaaaabyyyy

and walked next-door into Albertsons where it picked up where I left off. “That’s odd,” I thought to myself, “either these two buildings share an elevator-music-system, or God’s trying to tell me something.”

I prefer the latter.

What the huh?

Caption this please.

Reject

Dave,
Unfortunately, we will not be moving forward with you at this time.
Good luck to you.

Sincerely,
Moriarty

No no.. no need to sugar-coat it or anything. I can take it.

I voted. Did you?

As liberal as I am, I’m afraid that Gray Davis just didn’t pull through for California. I’m not sorry I helped get him elected, but I’m not stoked about my power going out, the increased traffic congestion, the loss of jobs, and the $20 billion California date, either. Go Peter Camejo (yes, yes, I know voting for a Third Party is considered a “spoiler” vote, but I refuse to vote strategically as opposed to how I really feel. If we all did the same, we might actually get somewhere).

From one of the many job-related e-mails I get a day:

When the job market was booming it took an average of 3 interviews to get 1 job offer. Now it takes 17. And interviews are harder to get. It's imperative to make the most of an interview when you get one...

Yeah. I’m on four. wah-waaaah

Despite what Wired reports via an American-born business writer living in Israel, the Silicon Valley is dead, deceased, ka-put, muerto, and otherwise just not what she used to be. Strange, really, for one such as me to be contradicting a business-writer, ’cause after all, who better to judge the social and economic climate here then someone in San Francisco Israel?

Don’t get me wrong, businesses do succeed here, and they will continue to. New products and inventions will always be born in this area, and people will make their fortunes here. But not everyone, and not how they used to. All the things that made THE Silicon Valley the Mecca of the 90’s and early 2000’s no longer exist here, they are dead, and are not coming back for a very long time.

So no, the Valley isn’t dead in that there are still jobs and homes and people and buildings here; but, it’s not dead in the same way that Texas isn’t dead after the oil market fell out from under it in the 80’s… meaning it’s over fella, but you can stick around if you feel like it.

NOTE: opinion contingent on level of employment. Should the author suddenly get that job offer he’s been dreaming about, all will be sunshine and lollipops again

Experiments in Grubbiness

You all may remember a post a bit ago in which I lamented some of the things I’d learned/not done since becoming unemployed; one of which was grow a goattee/beard. Yeah well.

See how I made it sound like it was really my decision? Wasn’t that clever of me? Especially when the truth of the matter is that ADG sometimes reads my blog and happened to read that little bit where I said I don’t really know what I look like with a beard and wanted to find out. She seems to have gleaned over the part where I also said that I don’t really know what I look like with red hair, but I digress. The point is that, fo rthe most part, guys are big wusses when it comes to female suggestion. I’m sure you already knew that.

Anyway, I’m generally not a big fan of facial hair; and, it being me who has it hasn’t changed my opinion in the least bit. I plan to shave it when I have a “real” interview, or when I just can’t stand it any longer. Presently, I’m a little over a week in, and almost to the early George Michael I Want Your Sex period. At this rate, I should be Grizzly Adams at about 2015.