I should probably be writing about copyrights and the two big pieces of news related to that from this week. The RIAA and a couple of software companies made some grand pronouncement regarding the need, or in their eyes, lack thereof, for legislation addressing copyright in the digital era. And the Supreme Court sort of held its collective nose while agreeing that Congress has the right to extend copyrights whenever they feel like it, in what was being derisively called the Mickey Mouse Protection Act.

But I'm not going to talk about that. Instead, I'm going to comment on my lack of hair. Yep, I had most of it cut off. Electric clipper-length all the way. So anyone who had their hearts set on running their hands through my previously longer hair is going to have to settle for rubbing my head and hoping they don't get an electric shock. Hence the entry title. I'm not convinced that it actually looks any different than it does when I get my "normal" haircut. At least from the front.

And it seems to be much more aerodynamic, if last night's soccer match was any indication. The team formerly known as the Usual Suspects reverted to being the Boozehounds, and the green-clad squad gave defending champs Sons of Stoitchkov a run for their money. Several SOS players admitted that they were outplayed, but a goal from their side with time almost out in the second half gave them the 4-3 victory. I felt really good out there, playing some solid defense, and working a sweet give-and-go (and then shoot and rebound) with Julian to net our second tally of the night.

Other opportunities continue to manifest themselves. There will be significant news next week, more from a profile standpoint than career, but it's cool nonetheless. The drumming front is also moving, with a new rehearsal space coming on line for both Lindsie and Foxide to share, which means I'll also be actually practicing again on a kit. That has been on hold for over a year now, and I miss it terribly. Meanwhile, two prospects have presented themselves for studio work, and I laid down some drum tracks yesterday for Tony from the open mike at Vaughan's. He even threw some money my way for it, which was an unexpected surprise. I was going to suggest that he convince Andy to actually comp all my drinks on Tuesdays, but this works, too.