Face Off

Ever watch Star Trek? The old series with Kirk and Spock and all that? Ever see an episode where they found an alternate evil reality? And there were doppelgangers of all of them and they were all evil? And they had goatees. Because goatees are evil, or maybe they just indicate the opposite of things when worn. That wasn't a strong sentence. But why, you ponder, do I lament about evil goatees? Or just goatees in general that exist in mirror universes?

It's because I shaved mine off. Yep—that flimsy excuse for chin-hair you see in all those pictures of me up there in my banner is no longer. It is gone. Excised from my face. And oddly enough, I think it actually changed my life. Seriously, you can't even begin to fathom how very different things have become since that fateful meeting with some clippers and peer pressure.

Since the shaving of the goatee (upon returning from AACTFest), my life has been odd and it continues to get more odd. Strange is another word I'd use. In fact, it's like I'm in an alternate universe. Weird huh?

I won't go into details just now. Mostly wanted to send up a post and let everyone know that I'm still around. And that my life has been met with twists and cal de sacs, it's wild.

But then it is May. And sweeps. And my life, like the tide, ebbs and flows around November, February, and May sweeps. Sad, but true. And this month—well, if this were television, the ratings would be spectacular.