Saturday, September 9th 2006
Di Scruffy or Disgusting?
My life is a nightmare. Work has been insane. Everyone is pushed to the limit and tension is running so high we’re all closer to snapping than any of us are willing to admit. That stress has been very detrimental to my sleep, which makes dragging my sorry carcass out of bed each morning that much more difficult. To keep on schedule I slashed all “optional” prep items from my morning routine at home. That meant brushing my teeth at work, letting my hair work it out alone and not shaving at all. I don’t know how Johnny can manage that scruffy look of his. A beard is itchy as all get out and it drove me nuts all week! Being Norwegian I can’t grow a beard for love or money and every few years I go through this process to remind myself of that fact. I took this photo today moments before I hacked at my face with a razor so I could look a little less transient when I go out tonight.
Oh yeah, that. Chi Chi is spinning at Faultline tonight so I’m fairly confident I will get the chance to dance my ass off and some of the stress as well. Faultline is a leather bar in Silver Lake that is always fun because there is no attitude whatsoever. It can be rather scandalous. I’ve seen things there that would make a doctor go pale. It should be a blast. And hopefully I can score an audience with the diva. It’s been too long.
Jerrod, you should be jailed for the razor action! That scruffy look was incredibly sexy and manly (I am speaking the truth rather than fishing for brownie points!). On another note, stress sucks and so does Carbon (figure that one out and the brownie points are all yours!). Where time is concerned remember to pay yourself first. This will prevent stress from infecting every fiber of your being (or lead to unemployment).
It wasn’t worth the scratching. And the carbon reference is lost on me unless you’re talking about the set of APIs for Mac OS X. Even then it’s still lost on me.
I gotta admit, I prefer a clean smooth shave. Oddly enough though BW, your scruffy face makes you look very emo.
Extra Man Opportunity?
Boy Wonder, the carbon reference stems from my enrollment in an Organic Chemistry class (by far the most evil course I have ever been forced to take! Please do not prove me wrong Physics!).
You could always keep the scruff by wearing a calamine lotion mask during daylight hours. Besides, when I saw your picture I thought to myself: “(jack) Jerrod fucking Twist its time we go on a fishing trip”.
That is the hottest thing I’ve read all day! Makes me want to skip forward to the good bits!
Jerrod, here in France we have a saying: “Il faut souffrir pour etre beau”: “One must suffer to be beautiful”. Once again I find myself seconding Robert. Shaving that sexy stubble is akin to defacing the Mona Lisa. Actually it’s worse. She never was sexy to start with. But you with tousled hair and a stubble look f¤*%ing HOT!!!!
Now don’t you dare go anywhere near a hairdresser. Or take more pics before you do. You know where to send them
Ahem. Could I tag along on the fishing trip? There’s another french saying that goes: ” Better leave with a frog than come back with crabs.”
All right, I just made that up. But I could always come up with new ways to use the fishing rods, so the wife won’t get suspicious.
I may be getting a buzz cut for a near future video project. Don’t worry, it will look good for the presentation I have in mind.
I knew it. There is no God.
A buzz cut, eh?
I’m sure it will be just fine…
*sighs*
Be sure to have fun with the camera before you do, okay? Something tells me you could single-handedly make the “long scruffy 70s hair” look trendy again.
Meanwhile tears will be falling down the Mississippi and the Seine rivers, eventually mingling together in the atlantic ocean while mermaids sing “Hair today, gone tomorrow…”
Frog, you can tag along during the “fishing trip”. However, you must be able to whip up a mean can of beans and take down an elk (although a white- tailed deer will have to suffice because Tennessee is devoid of elk). On the other hand, a threesome makes for a crowded “fishing trip” but inviting Johnny along would even the numbers and lead to a “fishing party”.
I’m more of an “indoor” type of guy.
Frog and Boy Wonder, the “fishing trip” will have to be reinterpreted as a round of “go fish” played indoors since Johnny is being fussy (perhaps he does not like mosquitoes or sleeping on the ground). The menu will also be adjusted to include venison with white bean puree, washed down with Dom Perignon Rose’ Vintage 1995. How is that for an AAA five diamond “fishing trip”? Ok, I can wake up now!
Tonight’s special: Beans fried in elbow grease.
Well, you want it mean or you don’t.
Johnny, you could always stay inside the tent, make sure it doesn’t collapse.
PS: Can you hide the WonderBoy’s razor? Please?
UMMMM…..Boy Wonder you need to stop your hotness RIGHTNOW!!