Huffpost digs up one of my favorite old chestnuts — how sloppy reporting caused Al Gore (and everybody else in the world, ultimately) a whole lot of trouble.

…or “It’s my birthday and I’ll shear if I want to.”

The hair escapades aren’t over yet.

The hairstylist preferred this look. In a woird coincidence Mickey was getting his haircut in the chair opposite me, so the picture credit for this one is his.

  
This is more my style.

I’ve wanted a mohawk since I crushed on a girl in high school who had one. Yaqui-loco says I’m past the age where I can pull it off and it looks desperate. I, otoh, think that’s the whole point of a mohawk. If you’re 14, have no job and bad grades what does it really mean to have a mohowk. However if you’re 36 (tomorrow) and have worked for a company since it was the young upstart all the way through until it turned into “the man”…well, that’s saying something.