Issue 56: All of our yesterdays
That's right, I have a new haircut: not quite Marlon Brando baldness of Apocalypse Now, but close.
The horror, indeed.
Hard to believe I'm giving up the Internet's tubes tomorrow.
Here' a sneak preview of Signifying nothing Unplugged!
No internet for 20 days? None? And a close-shaved head to boot? This all sounds strangely Biblical. Please don't start eating locusts.