I dig your funky tunes man...

How much goat are you gonna freaking eat??

The one about hair..

I understand why the Native Americans took to scalping.  If the hair styles of the pilgrims resembled the coifs of young males today, they deserved it.  

I walked into the gym the other day and had a burning desire to go get some type of a scalping knife and rid the 24 Hour Fitness in Castle Hills of Bieber-esque hair styles.  The curious part is that it doesn't even compliment young Bieber's hair.  It is a gross misrepresentation.  If you are not familiar with the hair cut I am referring to, it is the one where you try to make your dome look like a head of lettuce in reverse.

This hairstyle has not only become popular among caucasians, but across all races and colors.  It is an interracial crappy hair cut.  Sort of like today's flat top.  

Now I'm not saying that my hair style is all the rage, but I don't believe it warrants unadulterated anger.  There is something however that lies beneath my hatred of "Lettuceheads".

Hair style used to define the times.  It would represent something.  Take John Lennon and his lengthy main.  It bucked social trends, but his personality did as well.  He defined the anti-war movement and his hairstyle did the same.  What exactly are these young men with follicle bushes trying to represent?  That they are completely oblivious to what is going on outside of their Medusa-esque hairdos?  That when they look in the mirror, that somehow having 65% of your body weight above your neck is being proportionate? 

Do I seem angry?  Yes, I probably am.  Why?  Because I see a dying breed.  No more philosophers, poets, and geniuses.  Just a world of Lettuceheads.  Y tu Tom Brady?

A cold day in hell..

I always said it would be a cold day in hell before I had my own blog.  Why the sudden change of heart?  Do I think that anyone cares what I'm babbling about.   Of course not.  This is a way to get my lazy $*#$ to exercise my mind.  Dostoevsky would write and write and write until things started to make sense.  And that is exactly my plan Jack!  Wouldn't that be great if the first person to follow me was named Jack?  Too bad I don't know any Jack.