Now it’s obvious that my current preference in what I do with my hair is pretty much summed up in a fairly erratic, somewhat controlled spikiness to it. My mom hates it, those friends who have bothered to comment upon it have said they think it’s hip and cool, and most importantly, I’m fairly happy with it. In the past, I used hair gel to spike it, to which it would gradually fade as they day progressed, and my hair would revert back to a limp fluff. I moved onto this styling putty that my hair cutting lady used on me once after a cut, which seemed to be more effective, and sure enough it lasts a little bit longer, but by day’s end, it’s the same result.
I saw a commercial one day for a product that was different than the others, and I have to admit that I was intrigued. Problem was, it was an AXE product, and as anyone who watches a modicum of television knows that AXE products are geared and targeted to the douchebag market of men, since most of them are the most narcissistic and conscious about their appearances. I don’t know what that says about me, but I do like to make somewhat of an effort to appease myself, and maybe some others.
But anyway, I end up getting this AXE “messy look” stuff, which has the consistency of wax, but once you put it in your hair, well . . . It’s 1:04 am at the time I’m taking to actually write this, and my hair is still somewhat puffed up and spiky to when I originally did it at 8:15 am in the morning. Fuckin’ incredible.
Now I know that’s about the gayest thing in the world for me to write about, boasting about an AXE hair product, but hey, if it gets the gears of writing moving, then so be it.
So a brief update on several things in my life to those who care:
Job: For the last three weeks, I was working a job I absolutely loathed from the work standpoint. The money was good, which was the only reason I continued to come in. But the work was boring, mind-numbing, and I was miserable there. The good news is that the job ended. The bad news is that I won’t be making any money from them. This is the type of person I am; I prefer not making any money and at least feel somewhat human with what I do throughout the day than get paid to do such menial, taskless work.
I ran in the Peachtree Road Race again, and as I mentioned in my photo post, I was slower than previous years. The good news is that I found out that there was a severe delay in the chip timing system that isn’t reflected in the times reported online, to about the tune of three minutes and ten seconds. So if I took my time, and subtracted the margin of error, I’m quite literally hanging on a thread of being right at one cumulative hour taken to run the course. The bad news is that I’m still a good bit slower than I was in 2007 and especially 2009.
In my on-and-off-again funk, I started playing Mass Effect 2 finally, after long putting it off, citing excuse that I needed time to get into it. I am so far really enjoying it, and I really badly, want my Commander Shepard to bang Yeoman Kelly Chambers, over the other chicks, even Miranda. I like the flirty brainy types.
On a daily basis, I get anywhere from 4-8 emails a day about people signing up for my brog. On a daily basis, 100% of those registrations are obvious spam addresses, and my favorites are the ones with the .ru extensions, which I’m assuming are Russian porn sites or something. It borderlines the curiosity which led me to alienating myself from my old convention site, but I have to admit it’s a little curious to know who’s actually reading my drivel these days. Such is the life of voluntarily dropping off the e-grid somewhat these days, and I guess since I have ditched MySpace, LiveJournal, and I valiantly defy the masses and have a Facebook and/or Twitter, there’s little way to plug my website. Oh well?
And I’m currently staying up way too fucking late right now, despite not actually being able to post this, because it appears that Comcast is dicking around and doing some maintenance to the service because all the computers in the house have lost their internet connection. Good thing I wasn’t playing XBOX up until that point. But I spent the last two days on assignment at a company where three people I used to work with back in my first job in Atlanta are now working, in a display of surrealism and small city syndrome. The work has been a little tedious, but very good at keeping me busy, and providing me with some vital hours to keep the bills paid.
And maybe I work again tomorrow. Fucking maybe. Too many maybes in my life these days. Fuckin’ A.
Superb timing – intertubes are back.
