Whirlwind Of Excitement

It’s been a pretty uneventful weekend, though I suppose that pretty much goes without saying.
Yesterday I got a haircut, then went grocery shopping.
The color had pretty well faded from my hair, and I was sort of on the fence about whether or not I was going to bother coloring it again, but given that the directions said that the best time to use the stuff is just after getting a haircut, I thought, “Oh, what the hell,” and bought another package of it.
So once again my hair a kind of golden brown, with slightly more golden bits around the temples and at the front, as the whitest bits of my gray hair simply will not achieve the same color as the rest.
I’ve spent most of today making half-hearted attempts at working on various pictures without any real progress or success, and I just realized that I actually need to do the laundry today.
And that pretty well sums up my weekend.
One of these days I have to dig through my various papers and find my savings account statements and my personal property tax statement and get my taxes done. I could probably just do them myself, but I might as well pay someone else to do them for me, simply because I can.
AOL apparently has paid out the employee bonus, so that’s some extra money I should be getting. 2007 was the first year that people at my pay level qualified to receive the bonus at the next annual review, and part of the separation agreement for those of us who got laid off was that we would still receive our bonus, so I should hopefully be seeing that money soon.
I finally got around to activating the 6 month Netflix gift subscription I got from my brother Brad for Christmas, and my first movie – Hollywoodland – arrived yesterday, though I haven’t watched it yet.
I think I may do that now.

Won't Someone Please Think Of The Threshold Readers?

I honestly don’t understand how people can work a M-F, 9-5 style job and actually manage to accomplish anything.
I mean, just watching a little TV takes up my entire evening, especially since I’m too tired to stay up to watch The A Daily Show and The Colbert Report and end up recording them and then watching them the next night.
It’s madness, I tell you.
Sure, it’s not like I have anything that I actually need to accomplish in an evening, but that’s hardly the point.
Of course, you’re the real victims here, as I find myself too tired to write anything of substance.
One thing of note that happened today was that Nita was surprised to learn how old I am, as she’d assumed that I was under 30. I guess the dye job worked.
Anyway, I have more TV to watch before bedtime, so that’s going to do it for this entry. Maybe I’ll eventually get the hang of this whole not having my days free thing.

I'm Just Dyeing To Know What You Think

So a new year is nearly upon us.
At the end of the first year in which I’d become a blogger I did a “year in review” post, but in successive years I did not. This year will be no exception.
After all, you were all there to see what happened just as much as – and possibly more than – I was, so what’s the point, really?
I pretty well detailed the two major events in my life for the past year (moving to a new house, losing my job) as they happened, so there’s really nothing to review even on a personal level.
In any case, this is my last week of unemployed and unfettered freedom. What will I do with what’s left of my free time? What do you think?
Before doing my grocery shopping this morning I stopped to get a haircut. It’s pretty short, and when I look at myself in the mirror I can’t help but think that I look like some sort of 80’s Russian super hero in his civilian guise. It’s probably not quite short enough for military standards, but it does give me that flat top look that was common to the presentation of Soviet super heroes in the comics back in the day.
Of course, what I also see when I look in the mirror is gray.
I’ve mentioned before that the first hints of gray appeared in my hair all the way back when I was 21, a fact that my then-wife got much amusement from. By the time I was 30 the gray easily outnumbered any remnants of my former dirty blonde color, and recently I’ve come to realize that what I thought were hints of my original color still hanging on are, in fact, simply darker shades of gray than the predominant silvery white gray.
I’ve never seriously considered doing anything about the gray, given that I don’t feel that I have any cause to be vain enough to do anything other than let nature run its course, but now, with the new career looming on the horizon, I can’t help but wonder if it isn’t time that I reconsider.
Why not make it a truly fresh start and restore my hair to its former color? At 35 I am, in some people’s estimation, still a young man, and while unchecked whisker growth reveals that the gray has begun moving downward, it doesn’t have a beachhead everywhere just yet, so why not fight back before it manages to overwhelm me?
Of course, I run into the question of whether or not I want to be that guy. You know, the guy who dyes his hair.
So I’m at something of an impasse, and, taking advice from Kathleen, I put the question forth to you. What do you, the readers of Threshold think?
I realize that, at best, I’ll get a response from Scott and possibly Stacy – though her own coloring proclivities make her opinion on this subject of dubious value; I might well end up with chartreuse hair if I were to take her advice – but I’m putting the question out there anyway.
(A while back Scott and I failed to get together at the comic shop due to a miscommunication. Stacy had stated that I should blame it on her and write a blog entry about what a mean wife Scott has. There, vile harridan, I’ve zinged you!)
Kathleen was of the opinion that if I do decide to dye my hair I should have it done professionally. I’m more inclined to go the Just For Men route. I think that actually paying someone to dye it for me goes well beyond whatever levels of vanity I can muster.
In any case, the question is put forth: to dye or not to dye?
Leave your answers in the Comments (yeah, right; I won’t hold my breath waiting).