Okay, folks. I'll admit it.

I've had some goofy hairstyles in my day.

Right now it's pretty sedate. I started off with The Clooney. (No, not Rosemary. You know what I mean. Sheesh. Some people.) That's sort of modified into a blond Rob Schneider-esque cut. But it's still Must See Tee Vee. And it's still not an Aniston.

I've tried my hair long. Like when it was June of 1989 (and I was partying like it was 1989). I bleached my hair, straightened it, and got these big-ole even-Mungo-Jerry-looks-at-me-funny sideburns. I couldn't decide whether I wanted to look like a metal fan or a surfer. "Creepy" is the term that comes most trippingly to mind.

Or, more recently, September 1995 when I was a senior, and wanted to cultivate the almost-done-so-I-just-don't-care-anymore look. But no, kids. I was notchemically dependent. Really.

I've often said my life was like a Hanna-Barbera cartoon. If it actually was, this is what I'd look like.

Here's my M-Card photo. My girlfriend told me that it was by following this link and seeing this picture that she first became interested. Did I understand any of that? Nope. Do I understand when not to argue with a compliment? Yep.

Wanna see proofs of my senior pictures? (Okay, folks, don't start telling me what they prove.)

I'm not on America Online, but I can look like I am.

I don't believe I'll be dressing up on Halloween. But you can still see me dressed funny.

The costume you can rent. You need to come up with the attitude yourself.

I don't need no stinkin' dignity!

Here's an in-joke that I bet nobody except Leigh will understand.