From what I can gather it seems that private security firms have made a last ditch attempt to avert vagrants terrorists from entering New York building lobbies and mezzanines by manning themselves with armies of blow-up "The Hulk"(s). Eric Bana must be so proud.

By the way, I got my haircut a few days ago and I must say that for $30+$5 tip I don't feel like any of my damn hair was cut. Furthermore, the event took one hour. ONE HOUR! At one point I think she had to take a 5 minute breather...

I mean come on, back in Knoxville at my old barber I could get my hair cut, eat a 2 day stale Krispy Kreme doughnut and flip thru at least one car magazine in 22 minutes all in the company of his hunting trophies and stale coffe smells. And all this, for just 7 measely George Washingtons. Additionally, there would be substantial amounts of the shiny black oh-so-mighty gelled hair clumps strewn about the black & white checker tiled floor. I mean I could see the crap. Even sight-unseen I knew that the shear-sucker (a contraption fashioned by my barber consisting of a 2 horsepower shop-vac and clippers duct taped together) was doing its job. I could literally feel my head getting lighter.

Albeit, I did stop going to him when I was like 13 but the fact of the matter is that I think I don't need a stylist to pay a visit to each of my individual hairs with the shears. Just cut the crap - if I drink a lot of 2% milk it'll grow back in a week anyway

The only saving grace is that the stylist, a somewhat attractive tall Chinese 30 something, gave me a scalp massage. That part. Was. Awesome. Keep in mind that my head is a collar impugning ~97 inches in circumference. Circa pumpkin. So the attic cajoling was a mighty nice touch. Hmm, in retrospect that might've actually made up for the day, um, time I spent there. Then again, it probably didn't.

A particularly memorable bouffant related comment she made was, (in broken English) "You got lossa hair. Big cowlick. I fix that next time."

Lady, I don't know if there's gonna be a next time...

I'll be the first to admit how much I cherish a quiet Friday night. After an arduous week at work it's undeniably a wonderful thing to just be alone with a delicious spread of food, a good movie, and no plans. Well that's fine and dandy but how could I pass up going to Brooklyn for some drinks and gab?

At least Brooklyn's close... ha.

Has anyone heard of a drink called "Grayhound"? Am I just not with the times? Eh, pretty refreshing but I'll stick with Guinness. Just the way it was intended.

p.s. my head looks like a planet next to the other peeooples. (sigh)... the spoils of war I suppose.

Only one thing comes to my mind when I see this picture:

"Pac Man ain't got shit on this guy" -anonymous

This captured moment brought to you from the Ben Ash Deli in NYC. Healthy dose of mustard optional.

Oh yes. The Ferraris'(s) in New York City. Complete with a yum yum din-din at Ben Ash Deli followed by a nice little stroll thru the uber-crowded streets of post holiday New York City capped with subway turnstile drama. Tim, let G-Unit A Double R - Y know that he left me with a $14 metro card in the wake of the hodge podge. A most useful Christmas present.

Well, at least we got the requisite Times Square photo. Albeit the crown jewel of T.S. - the Cup O' Noodles billboard is painfully absent from this picture.

So this wonderfully captured moment on New Years Eve (yes I know I'm late to the game) was sent to me by my friend Momoko. Well, it was certainly a wonderful picture as it captured the spirit of a section of friends gathered around the TV as the countdown to 2006 happened. What was even more heartwarming was that it capture my keen desire to make an ass out of myself on camera...

Who doesn't stare at the unadorned ceiling and point at the stroke of a new year? .... hello? ... anyone?

Two things:

1. Building Partially Collapeses less than a block away from my apartment. That's always awesome.
2. W Hotel Assault happens mere moments before I walk past the hotel. I'm fairly certain I'm one of the people walking by the cameras as they were rolling. The NBC reporter was standing on a box and that's all I was deliberating over. Sad.

I took this picture from New Jersey a couple of days ago and I couldn't help msyelf to sharing it.

Ladies and Gentlemen... this is 75% of the reason I'm such an oddball. The other 25% was unavailable as she was napping in the car.

It's also the reason why I've been severely lacking on my posts as of late. For that, I apologize.

For my oddball-ness. I do not.

Sometimes I go to bars. Sometimes I go to wine bars. Sometimes I go to bars that have books lying around that explain everything about my (and your) life and say that the day I was born (November 12th) is "The Day of Sensual Charisma". Then, as I'm sure you would as well if you had a title like that, begin poring over book because of it's rediculously detailed description. Descriptions ranging from health, social, career issues. The most memorable quotes being "[my] Obsession with beautiful things" and how my "magneticism will be my heaven and hell". Yeah - thanks book... all I wanted was a crummy glass of red.



I should say that I really don't believe in Astrology, but hellions there are sometimes when it's just too eerie...