More Gene Wilder Than Medusa Today

Dale, voila, mon ami Canadien! First, here is the bald spot in all its glory. I do a pretty good job at hiding it or everyone at work is oblivous.

My hair is more subdued today. It's more Gene Wilder (that's "Procrastinator-steen"), than say Mick Hucknall of Simply Red or Medusa. I slept on it while it was still a little wet and it curled a little more than usual as a result.

I'm tempted to do a stencil akin to a ubiquitous WWII graffito, depicting just my hair, two hands, and the phrase, "Cormac Wuz Here."

I just had the Missus measure the longer strands on the top, nine and one-half inches! My hair in high school had reached Troy Palamalu proportions in length, plus it was comparable to Jimi Hendrix in volume and height. When I finally went to get it hacked off for the school pictures (can't remember if that was junior or senior year), I went down to Supercuts.

I was passed off subtlely to the a new hair stylist who wouldn't have known any better, because she was brand new. About halfway through the ordeal, she started crying, because she said that she was losing money on me and she was right. As she must have lost at least two customers that day to other stylists that day, from the logjam that was my hair.