But the beard is where I keep my deleted scenes
Yesterday I was going to post a photo of myself with my editing beard. It’s like a playoff beard, only wilder — I think all the caffeine makes it go crazy. But then I walked into a tailor’s to get measurements for a suit for a friend’s wedding. The tailor looked at my beard and said, “Sorry, can’t help you.”
So I went home and decided maybe I shouldn’t post that pic, after all. Then I shaved.
With any luck, I will be finishing the edits today. Then I’ll try that measurement thing again.
Posted on July 20, 2014, in Lifestream. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.
Coward! The true beard fears no tailor!