<p><img src="/files/u46/typing.jpg" alt="How Tweet It Is..." width="389" height="292" /> </p><p><strong>(How Tweet It Is...)</strong></p><p>Like all of my cool, rich and famous celebrity friends, I keep a Twitter account. But today I wasn't feeling very celebrity-ish because I don't have very many Twitter followers. Then I realized that's because I didn't tell anybody about it.</p>
<p>My dear Mom bought me a turtleneck for Christmas, God bless her heart. When I opened it, I gave her a questioning eye (I cock my eyebrow). She said: "Oh you like turtlenecks! And it will keep your neck warm."</p>
<p>There's a lot of talk on this website on which country is better. <a href="/columns/david/3-10-08.htm" title="Why Canada is Better than America | David Nelson">USA or Canada</a> or even <a href="/articles/rockets_red_glare.htm" title="Wy America is Better Than England | J.B. Hour">America vs. England</a>. Everybody tends to have their opinion.
<img src="/files/u46/tale_of_despereaux_ver2.jpg" alt="The Tale of Despereaux was on my Netflix queue" width="377" height="571" /><p>I'm a man, and I tend not to make excuses for my actions. But I do have an explanation for why I received <em>The Tale of Despereaux</em> on Netflix. You know, the CGI movie about a mouse saving a princess. That's right, go ahead and judge me.</p>
<p><img src="/files/u46/ball_playing.jpg" alt="Don't play with your balls..." width="400" height="533" /></p><p>Since people liked some of <a href="/blogs/casey-freeman/kiss-little-longer-hairs-tale" target="_blank" title="Kiss A Little Longer">my collegiate sexual misadventures</a>, I thought I'd write another.</p>
Every once in a while you see somebody who's changed the world. And every so often, his bodyguards think you're a terrorist. Let me explain...<p>My last week or so of undergrad at NYU I scarfed a dining hall meal and hit the library to work on a few papers. Seriously, I studied and wrote a lot. </p>
<p>You aren't born an artist, unless you're Rachel Starr, then you're born with a lot of awesome, um, talents. </p><p> <img src="/files/u46/RachelStarrHotTeacher2.jpg" alt="Rachel Starr is hot" width="401" height="501" /></p>
I attended New York University for my undergrad, then moved to Colorado and then worked in NYC for a few years. So my Thanksgiving tradition is actually more with one of best friend's family than my own. Except for this year. I spent this Turkey Day with my own family. Here's a few of my adventures:<p><strong>WEDNESDAY</strong></p>
<p>So, in honor of the most venerable PIC Hair Week (which apparently lasts two weeks)—I thought I'd take a break from writing about my own hair and write about somebody else's. </p><p>You see young lads and lassies, way back when I was a college-aged buck, there was such a thing as females with pubic hair. Revolting, I know. But it's a fact. We also thought Limp Bizkit was cool. </p>
<p>(I decided to extend PIC Hair Week. I experienced some computer problems, so my other Hair Week posts were left to sit.) (My computer problems were the fact that I started playing computer games again.)</p><p><img src="/files/u2/casey-beard-scruff.jpg" alt="KC's beard" width="339" height="453" /> </p>
<p><img src="/files/u46/2012-movie-poster-375x600.jpg" alt="2012 is a disaster movie, and going to suck" width="375" height="600" /> </p>
<p><img src="/files/u46/oct_31_09_2_002.jpg" alt="KC's long hair" width="400" height="300" /></p><p>I swear I'm not a dirty hippie. Yeah, my hair is long. But seriously, I'm not a hippie. I'm also not joining a band or making a statement. Believe me, I hate my long hair. I've got a reason to grow it out and it's a pretty good one.</p>