JFK, Hyannis Port: JFKLibrary.org
I feel like Fred Willard making light of his “shaggy” hair in Spinal Tap, but after getting used to keeping the coiffe in short and proper order, going a tad longer between haircuts this last go has left me feeling “moppish” up top. Taken to the classic Kennedy cut, it was slightly apropos this past weekend when I picked up the John F. Kennedy Handbook at Barnes & Noble after a quaint salad bar lunch with mom. Suburban life: I can see how some people could get used to it…so long as it’s not the “Got married to my HS sweetheart after graduation, popped out a few kids, and got stuck doing this…” scenario. That’s just not for me, is all. I’m not judging. I’ll take a yacht/campaign trail cut, dreams of Hyannis Port, and JFK Handbook and be sound as a pound, until I meet my own Jackie O.
I have to get better about reading. It’s hard, though, given the Fall TV schedule. I am enjoying the hell out of it. How I Met Your Mother? Possibly the worst-named show but funny as all get out. I can feel my brain slowly melting away, however, with each press of the laugh-track button. Perhaps tonight, after the conclusion of Hell’s Kitchen, I can finally release myself from the tethers of the tube and immerse myself in the pages of a good book. It took me three months to finish my last one (Malcolm Gladwell’s Outliers is amazing), which is unacceptable.
Not that I consider 
I woke up a touch too early, as is custom for me, on Saturday eager to start my weekend off on the right foot. Following my tradition of watching my Netflix movies in the morning hours, I threw on “
His wardrobes throughout the entire flick were beyond amazing. “Sharp” is a good word to describe them/his look. It got me reevaluating my duds and actually prompted a trip to Brook Brothers, where I acquired a copy of “
Though I wasn’t able to find anything at the Outlets, I did have the chance to swing by Nordstrom Rack for a brief second. And while the shoe selection continues to disappoint, I found, buried among tragically ugly pairs of sunglasses, a set of Marc by Marc Jacobs Aviators. Being mainly a Wayfarer wearer, I decided it was time to switch up the look. Perhaps I was inspired by Mr. Duke’s character, or because the specs were $35 marked down from $200, but when I put them on, I sorta wanted to make out with myself. But I thought that would be weird to do in front of the other Ed Hardy-loving patrons devouring the racks of bedazzled (horrifying) jeans.
FUBAR is perhaps the most undiscovered flick I’ve seen in years. EEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOO! If you’ve seen it, you’d get it. Well, unbeknownst to me, Terry and the Deaner keep on given’r via a 
When I was in 6th grade, my friend Paul wrote, “Have a shit-kickin’ summer” in my little yearbook-style thing they gave us… it was only the 6th grade. I thought that was the coolest phrase ever. Shit-kickin’. Boss. I must’ve written it in everyone’s year book from then until senior year, high school. If someone wrote it in my copy of 
the momentum of failure 