HEAD

I did it.

I shaved my head today. Well, I buzzed it to the point that I now have as little hair as you can have and still say you have hair.

Maggie keeps saying she loves it. I don't care if she's lying.

There's more wind on an average day than I thought there was.

Worth Her Weight in Gold

That's my wife:

Worth Her Weight in Gold

Margaret Mason
New York Times
February 10, 2005

AMERICAN IRON CHEF

You are starting to piss me off.

I got your stacks of $1 bills out of my ceiling. A lot of work for not much cash, but I said I'd get them, so whatever.

I was waiting for you to meet me and get your bag. (Actually, my bag. My Mom gave it to me - it has 'BRM' on it. I'll want it back.)

Anyhow, I need to find my dressing room. The Oprah studios have new dressing rooms, and I need to get ready. I was chosen to be a prep chef on the new American Iron Chef. I'm going to work for Bobby Flay. I think I can learn a lot from him, though I've been warned he has an attitude. I can deal.

People say I look like Alton Brown. I do.

Come get your damn money.
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I never remember my dreams, so this was pretty awesome.