Monday, June 13, 2005

27 is just 72 backwards

And that's the best title I can come up with. Nonetheless, that's how old I am (the first number), not the second (yet) and I guess it's how old I feel, if it's possible to detect the chronological nuance between mid-20's and late-20's, and I don't think it is.

Well, that was a boring fucking first paragraph. I guess I am getting older. Anyway, to begin with, on Saturday I made the aforementioned trip to Vidal Sassoon, which is definitely a trip in more than one sense. I'm not used to being asked if I want something to drink, or, really to being afforded any courtesies other than old copies of W magazine. By the way, to settle the issue of stylist Yuka's identity -- she's a girl, and Japanese. And I'm not sure, but I think she might be a backup singer for the 5, 6, 7, 8's (but younger and punkier).

Yuka sat me down, pawed through my hair and we discussed what to do with it. It was a lot different than when homeless people paw through my hair looking for change. Less dirt under her fingernails, for one thing. Then she sent me over to get shampooed, and I wasn't really keeping track but I think that part alone took longer than one of my typical "snip, snip, pay, bye" cuts. After the shampoo girl had done her magic (and this is a family blog, so I'd rather not get into just how "magical" it felt, even though I guess I already have), Yuka busted out the scissors and went to town. It was a little Edward Scissorhands-ish, the way the bits of hair were cascading down my forehead and nose. Also kind of made me feel like sneezing. Eventually she finished and did the styling part, using some fancy grey clay stuff that she had no trouble convincing me to buy before I left. After that, she sent me back to the shampoo girl yet again (I didn't request that, I swear) to wash out the grey stuff so she could make some final adjustments.

Somehow, the whole process only took about 90 minutes. I'm happy with it, it's different from the Blandy McBland cuts I've had lately, and I'll do my best to enjoy it while it lasts, since I'm not in the economic bracket who can afford this kind of thing on a regular basis.

More on the birthday later.

Friday, June 10, 2005

Ah, the poseur industry lives on

Spray-on mud for your SUV!

"Why yes, I have just returned from a vigorous weekend of four-wheeling. As you can see, I most certainly do not just use this $80,000 Hummer to drive up and down the same 4 miles of Wilshire."

More plugging

Episode 3 of Pop Whore is now up, and once again features Eti and I rambling on about who-the-hell-knows for a little over an hour.

You can download the MP3 version over there, or you can get the AAC version right here.

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

"It was a birthday present... from me to me"

On Saturday I have an appointment with someone named Yuca at the Beverly Hills Vidal Sassoon. That's my self-birthday present this year: a haircut from someone who doesn't act like they're running the Indy 500 with the scissors as the car and my hair as the track.

It's not really that expensive. You want to know how much? Fine. $91. I really hope that's the full charge for the haircut, and not just the ante to get me in the door so we can start discussing her hair-vision. (Or his hair-vision. Right now I have no idea if Yuca is a guy, a girl, or starchy Central American plantlife.)

Friday, June 03, 2005

Here you go...

Stuff like this alternately makes me laugh myself sick and then get all insecure because I'll probably never be this funny:

Angelina Jolie vs. Bottled Water (on

Thursday, June 02, 2005

Yeah, so it's June

And TV season is over and my weeknights are suddenly so freaking unstructured. Yeah, I mean in theory I could use the extra time to read and write, and I'm trying to do that; but really, that's about as easy as trying to learn something else in the summers between school years. In fact, the reason I'm writing this right now is because I'm procrastinating working on a screenplay. The nine o'clock hour just passed and all I've watched tonight is Daily Show and Jeopardy. Shows I usually watch during breakfast or lunch (if you're handy with the Tivo, you can burn through a Jeopardy in like 15 flat). And in the words of the doctor who examined Jerry Garcia's last stool sample, that shit ain't right.

The first Charlie's Angels is on ABC right now. Tita is watching it in the living room. I think it's a pretty darn good metaphor for the summer television void. The ABC programming execs probably know it too. By airing it, they're basically saying, "Sorry, this is about as good as it's going to get for the next few months. Suck it up and wait 'til mid-September."

Thank god for Netflix.

More crosspromotion

Episode 2 of the Pop Whore podcast is now up at Eti and I yammered on for over an hour this time, so better put on a pot of coffee before you put the headphones in.