Fascinating when I change something slightly. It's the winter, I have no hair, I'm freezing to death in my own home, I wear a stocking cap. Badabing! Suddenly I apparently look like Jason Lee, the amusingly sarcastic character in all those Kevin Smith films(I). I've been stopped in restaurants, on the street, in police lineups. I can't really decide if this is a good thing. He's famous, yes. His voice is terribly sexy, and he could talk my clothes off with one of those sarcastic tirades. We are the same age, people like him, I guess this is a good thing.
This is better than the annoying comparisons to other bald guys, just because I shave my head. My junior high lovelies constantly ask me if I'm Steve Austin, the wrestler. Yeah, that's me, the steroid freak with biceps the size of a dancing baby. I'm a bit happier with the new reference to Colin Farrell (I), as he is the dead sexy guy who plays Bullseye in the dreadful looking Daredevil film. I don't even remotely look like him when he has hair, but he has a shaved head and goatee. Of course, he also has this HUGE ZIT or something on his forehead in the film, so it is slightly frustrating to be linked to that role, as it reminds me of those incredibly annoying days when acne strikes.
I just want to get to the day where some other sap with a shaved head and goatee is told that they look just like Glenn, that wildly successful carpenter/professor/scientist/writer/singer, kind of like Buckaroo Banzai.