Monthly Archives: November 2004

Me: You got your hair cut! It looks great! Co-worker: Oh, thanks. You know why I had it cut? Me: Why? Co-worker: Someone thought I was YOU the other day… Me: … Co-worker: Not that that was a BAD thing…

How is it possible that until last night at 7:30 I did not know about the TV show called Blow Out, where a camera follows beautiful, nasty hairdressers going about their daily business in a Beverly Hills salon called “Jonathan”? … Continue reading →

A week ago now, as this post was originally composed on the weekend and promptly forgotten until today, on a much-needed beer date, Sarah and I were talking about children; her present child, her future children, my waxing and waning … Continue reading →

I swear, If GATS ever watches Jaws on that giant cock of a TV, I am so, so hooped. I have a shark thing? It’s not getting any better with age. Today, amidst the usual “feet + girl + cheese” … Continue reading →

Argos take the Grey Cup. Guess that means Boston Cream doughnut & double double from Timmy’s for breakfast tomorrow. Hey, I made the bet and I’m sticking to it.