What better way to wind down from the most stressful day of a shoot than to list everything I need to do

What better way to wind down from the most stressful day of a shoot than to list everything I need to do

There are things I hate, and one of those things forgetting to do or putting off doing of other things. For example, I bought a Françios Truffaut movie--Truffaut being one of my favorite directors, by the by--called Shoot the Piano Player on Criterion DVD which, as Brian points out, is like the crack to us film kids. I have yet to watch the bastard, like, ever.

And so, in honor of this and other things, is a list of stuff for me to take care of this weekend:

Watch the bastard

Call my friend Nicole and get a cup of coffee with her. (Granted, she also has a fat stack of my movies on her--namely 8 1/2--and it's about time I got those back.)

I'm backed up on my comics reading big time. Regular readers may have noted my recent comics shopping sprees and how little of my purchases have been in my Reading section. Gotta read at least three graphic novels this week or weekend.

I, uh, still haven't unpacked from the holidays. I mean, not fully unpacked. I've got the ol' toothbrush and toiletries out, but that's about it. Probably about time I put stuff in closets and whatnot.

Yep. 'Bout time all that stuff happened.

I believe I just set a record for longest blog title since I started a few years ago. Congratulations, me!

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Of hairs and their cuttings

Of hairs and their cuttings

So I got my hair did the other day. The key hair woman, Shay, on the next movie cut my hair in faux hawk fashion. I'm not wearing it that way, but that's the way she intended it to be worn. I look pretty mean now.


The following day, I cut Jessie's hair. It looks pretty great. Now we're the sexiest people alive.

Pictures of both cuts are forthcoming. [UPDATE! They're right below.]


Here's Jessie looking saucy and generally making hearts race all over the nation.


"Good eeeevening." Here's me with a nice new haircut and my favorite t-shirt.


Me with the hat hair. Still looking pretty okay, remarkably.


Here's how sexy we look as a couple. Don't look directly at the picture. We've been known to damage a retina or two. We're only safe to look at through a pinhole in a shoebox using some tin foil as a reflextive surface. Ask your parents for help!


Me with the faux. Or le faux, I suppose. (I'm not even sure if that's grammatically correct.) Mind you, this is right on top of the ol' hat hair, so it normally looks better. I think the last time I had some kind of product in my hair was probably high school. God help me, I've got last season's haircut and goop in my hair. Look no further for the omen of the apocalypse, dear readers.

Today's comic and book purchases:

Swamp Thing Vol. 2: Love and Death

DC Universe: The Stories of Alan Moore

The Walking Dead Vol. 4: The Heart's Desire

Jimmy Corrigan: The Smartest Kid on Earth

When Rabbit Howls

Watching:

Hustle & Flow

"Lost: The Hunting Party"

Reading:

The Arcanum

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