Tons to talk about. But I'm not gonna, on account of I got no time, England plays in 20 minutes. (How about that Crackin German  opener?!)

Three world cup games a day, a new job, an old job, and a new company will do that to you.   I went and paid for a haircut the yesterday, to look clean for my new Job. You show me a guy who goes to get a haircut wearing a bright yellow t-shirt, and in 40 minutes, I'll show you a a guy with a gay haircut.   I miss Glenda and Patrick, the only two stylists I ever went out of my way to return to.   

Also, for the new job, I bought some new clothes. 

According to websites devoted to T.V. shows,  I make my first appearance on the 19th.  Having now seen a couple previews  the reality of the whole thing is setting in (no pun intended, Brad).  The reality is this: I have to get a whole new wardrobe.  The stuff I was wearing in S.F. was old to begin with, but I especially can't have people recognizing me, "I know you, I saw you on that t.v. show, AND YOU WERE WEARING THAT EXACT SAME OUTFIT". How humiliating that would be.

So I went to buy some clothes, but since I was wearing a gay haircut, I ended up buying a powedered blue polo, and some slim cut jeans.  The hair makes the boy apparantly.

Grrr...

In other news: Lots of bean talk on the wire. Apparantly there is a big match this saturday.