Dude-tastic

My facial hair may be the downfall of me yet, but strangely, middle aged African American ladies on the G train LOVE me because of it. So if my social life was just constrained to the G train, I'd be doing okay. But it's not. I am derided mercilessly. I am kind of asking for it. The hipster-tache is an unwelcome sight.

I may as well be sporting an Adolf-stache.

Jobhunting is, apparently, my new job. Craigslist, why do you taunt me so? Seriously: just back off. Stop sucking so hard.

I can't complain too terribly much; I worked 3 full days at my full day rate last week in an editing suite and a buddy is passing some cash under the table to me for some storyboards I did. It could be worse.

It could probably be better. I could probably be in LA or something. Unemployed, but possibly warmer than I am tonight.

Ice storms ahoy!