It’s going to be a shame if we don’t meticulously document our rapidly evolving language. Because I really need to know the entomology of getting one’s “wig busted.” In other news, I got a haircut at Tiny Tina’s today.

Even out of focus, you can see that I am now entering my Phil Collin’s ‘No Jacket Required’ phase of life. Bonus shot: my barber loathes computers, but I think she’s keen on this tablet touchscreen stuff.

At the barber shop.