Afternoon Break

...from blogging. Got stuff to do.

1) Get haircut. Damn it all, this time the Korean lady who grooms my lush tresses had better goddamn make me look like Nick Rhodes from the Girls on Film video. I've given her eight chances to get this right, and apparently when I say "Nick Rhodes in Girls on Films" her difficulty with the English languages causes her to hear "Danny Bonnaduce when he had the most distressing body-issues in the most awkward phase of inchoate puberty."

I've prepared this time. I'm bringing photos and my prized copy of Duran Duran's early videos, Dancing on the Valentine. Do I have to draw her an f'n' map? I want a haircut that goes good with black mascara and fingerless lace gloves. Is this such a difficult trick?

If I come out of there looking like I'm ready to play bass in bell-bottoms, there are gonna be problems. I'm still pissed off about Chosin, and this woman is definitely flirting with my personal Danger Zone, as so eloquently immortalized by Mr. Kenny Loggins.

2) I, I, ah-ahh-I, am gonna see Sin City. Wasn't sure it was opening this weekend, but a 40ish black woman in the bodega where I buy coffee was raving about it. She'd seen it yesterday morning, and she was delighted that the movie "followed the graphic novel so closely."

So, she's a comic book geek, obviously. Even I haven't read this particular comic book. (They call comic books "graphic novels" when they want to show boobies and and pooter and then charge your $4.95 per twenty-page issue.)

I think there's hope for our society. Issues of race and gender will continue to divide us, but they are, after all, only superficial traits.

Geek goes to the core. Geek is what can unite this country.

And I'm proud to be doing my part for the cause.