Here’s what happens if you’re me, and a) you spent all day Sunday incredibly lazy (yet not half as hungover as you expected) and b) you have Monday off, thus accumulating two days of not washing your hair. If you’re me, this means that you can – with your bare hands and nary a drop of product – fashion the most awesomely awful hairstyle imaginable. I have one of those fashionable Mohawk-type-deals on the very top of my head (Justin Theroux in the Charlie’s Angels sequel, by way of Maddox Jolie), yet in the front, I have one of those Elvis dippity curls. It’s breathtaking, truly. I only wish I had a digital camera or a camera phone with which to memorialize it. Sadly, it will likely be lost to the ages in an hour or so.
In other news, I’ve got some fun Monday Internet dealies for y’all:
The first is THIS flash animated Lord of the Rings creation that had me in absolute stitches on Saturday night. “What’s ‘taters,’ Precious?” Oh, you’re about to find out.
The second is an ad for Alan Cumming’s fragrance, called “Cumming.” No, really. That’s what it’s called. The ad is the most preposterous thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life, and the real horror of it is I don’t even know if it’s supposed to be funny. It aint work safe, lest you want your co-workers to see you observing pasty, naked, pretentious British folk during your coffee break. It’s just . . . yeah.