A comic.
Over the weekend, the wife got gum in her hair (don’t ask). It wouldn’t come out no matter what we tried, so I took a pair of kitchen scissors to it. It’s…rather short now, I must say, though she did go yesterday and get it styled by someone who knows what they’re doing.
Who can even begin to understand why she does the things she does.
Borrowed a couple of stage swords from a fiend of mine who teaches theater. Didn’t get chased by security, thankfully, but you do have to wonder.
Yes, it’s a terrible pun. No, I don’t regret it one bit.
I wore contacts today for the first time in a few years. It’s rather strange being able to see peripherally again.
Walking down the stairs this afternoon, I managed to trip and fall over a bag of stuff my sister-in-law had left there. I’m bruised but unbroken. I’ve decided to spend the rest of the evening on the couch.
My glasses broke this evening. I wasn’t doing anything strenuous or anything; I mean, unless you count playing Mass Effect.
On my brother’s recommendation, I watched the movie Echotone this evening. It’s a strange documentary, examining a number of Austin musicians trying to “make it” on their own terms or create the music they want to or whatever. Most of them come across as too precious or twee or pretentious or whatever. It’s a weird movie, but probably worth watching if you’re a musician yourself.
Really, how would cats elect the cat president?
