I voted today! Everyone should vote... it's a civic duty and works better than just complaining. If you don't, the other, bad guys you don't like stay in power. Plus you lose the right to complain.

There was an odd ballot proposal... to take a million dollars in unclaimed lottery money and make the election into a drawing... one lucky voter wins a million bucks. I voted no on principle. Voter turnout needs to go up, but that's not the way to do it.

I live! I was away but now I'm back!

Another birthday! I don't feel any different, and I haven't acheived any of my New Year's resolutions about doing more, meeting people, better job, etc. I do OK, but have enough ambition to feel bad about my lack of ambition.

Joined SuicideBoys today... will try and shoot more nude pics of myself with a camera I borrowed... inspiration is hard, and so is stage fright, not for being nude, but for the fact so many other people have doubtless done better. Or is that performance anxiety?

Yesterday, I was reading Neal Stephenson's Quicksilver on the bus, and not one, but two people asked if I was reading Quicksilver and then commented they liked it, but hadn't been able to get through the whole cycle.

Usually, the only books I read on the bus that get attention are RPG rulebooks, due to their large covers and distinctive artwork. Odd.

Off to Anime Expo to work at a booth for my job, which means seeing little of the con outside the dealer's room. Fun, but also a tease. Also a fair amount of getting depressed at all the people having more fun than I, and more lively lives.

I now have a bad haircut, or at least one I didn't ask for and didn't desire. My "style" is quite simple, asa you can see... I thought saying "cut it to about half the ear, and just above the eyebrows" would be clear enough, along with using my hands to measure. This is the way I've always had it cut, and there's not much that can go wrong. Or so I thought.

The barber (A real barber at a barber shop, not a hair stylist at a salon) cut me down to about an inch or two in the back, a little longer in front... my ears are totally exposed, along with the shape of my head. It's not BAD per se, just not what I wanted and very different, enough that everyone I know reacts with some shock at the change. (The peril of being constant, I guess).

I had a bad feeling during the cut, as he was using clippers instead of scissors, and nothing else. "He's a professional" I thought, along with "I was clear enough."

I wasn't mad (and am not), just a bit disconcerted. I didn't tip though.