Well, I managed to whine my way into a day off from work today. This is a good thing, because I wasn’t feeling too perky this morning after watching last night’s sorry-ass spectacle (the debate or the game, you pick).
I got a chance to spend the morning trolling bloggerville and testing a new release of OOTP. I decided to get out of my morning habit of posting here, so I won’t miss it so badly next week. Stupid Red Sox. But I made yet another pointless, snarky commentary over at Command Post. (Just when are they going to kick me outta there anyway?) And I did some yard work. All-in-all, a nice, relaxing October day.
Speaking of Command Post, they really would like to get a bunch of contributors for Election Day coveraage. If you feel like trying out your nifty new camera or doing man-in-the-street interviews on Election Day, go on over and sign up.
Oh yeah, I did one other thing… I got a haircut.
You might say, “So what, Shaggy? You needed one anyway.”
Ah, but this was no ordinary haircut. You might want to sit down and/or hold on to something sturdy. Pregnant women and children may wish to leave the room.
I got a different hairstyle.
No, no, no. You don’t understand. I got a different hairstyle. As in different. As in not the same, exact cut that I’ve been wearing since this photo:
Pepperkat thinks it’s cool. And the people I paid to do it said it was hot. (Damn, I love me some mercenary praise.)
Mrs. Rasreth has not seen it, yet.
Pray for me.
