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Poplife by Matt Fraction (via Die Puny Humans):

I have no idea how producers—really good producers, actual in the trenches, up to the elbows, getting' the job done producers—do it. I try. Really, I try. But then, much like a teenage girl raccoon, I get distracted by shiny things and have mood swings. So all kinds of crap falls through the cracks. The producer that's allied with MK12 has a binder in which he keeps the supplies for his other binders. THAT is a good producer. And possibly a potential serial killer. But definitely a good producer.

I have a binder with a sandwich in it, I swear to god.

Herman Thrust is now a barber:

Yep, I cut my own hair. And why not? Girls seem to be able to do this easily enough, and I'm big on equality! The people that usually cut my hair don't generally have a university degree in physics, and how can you cut hair without a thorough grasp of physics, like I happen to have (on paper, anyway)? On a similar note, AngelA left about an hour before and wouldn't be coming back for at least 24 hours, and that definitely called for a round of bachelor university. I even knew where the scissors were, and they were that kind with the curly bit of metal on one finger loop — barber scissors! Why, that's like leaving a loaded gun around, as far as I'm concerned. I'm so not to blame here.

I tried cutting my own hair about six years ago, and it didn't exactly go well. I figured it was time to give it another try, because if nothing else, well, I know a lot more HTML. That's really all the rationalizing I need to do about something, folks.

Patrick Nielsen Hayden:

Last June, bass player and all-round Music Guy Jon Sobel, with whom I've played before, emailed to ask if I'd be interested in joining a new band he was forming. "Pope," I answered smoothly. "Does the. Shit in the woods. Also, a bear." Fortunately, Jon is used to dealing with musicians, so he took that to mean "yes."

In Passing:

My girlfriend's ex-girlfriend likes to try to win her back, and it seems to happen whenever I've got a paper due. Seriously... let's see... yeah, four papers this semester, four ex attacks, perfectly timed. I think she's got a copy of my syllabus.

And a Toronto bike rack with a fitted cosy.