Oddities

Lately I’ve found myself, much to my dismay, with alarmingly strong opinions about that status of Brad Pitt’s facial hair. I hate the beard. No, really, I hate the beard. And the very fact that I have such a strong reaction, that I feel my reaction is not only justified but should be taken into account—not necessarily because it’s my reaction, but because I feel most women agree with me, or should anyway—completely weirds me out. I don’t know Brad Pitt. I just think he should know better than to have such an awful-looking beard.

The thing, I realized, is this: Brad Pitt is not getting any younger. We’ve only got so many more good years looking at him before he becomes an Old Man. And now he’s wasting the few good years we have left with that beard!

I know. I know. I’m sorry.

Other things you should know:

• The other day, I changed the air filter in my car, got my hands filthy, and felt very manly.
• I have never made pizza dough, but I have used regular bread dough and naan dough to make pizza, both of which turned out surprisingly well. I’ve decided I don’t like pizza sauce, much preferring freshly sliced tomatoes.
• I’m going to learn how to make my own tortillas.
• I want to vacation in Vietnam.
• I love bagpipes.
• And this? This is just stinking funny.