Picking up the baby at daycare today, saw another father fetching his offspring from storage sporting the baddest completely non-ironic mullet I’ve ever seen. The important part here is the non-ironic. This was a full-on, circa 1985 Alabama prime mullet. The gentleman was otherwise dressed in business casual, with khaki slacks and a golf shirt.
Wow, not a mullet-ish do, not a “hey I’m kind of retro” nod to mullet-ism, just a cherry apple red trashed Trans-Am blaring Molly Hatchett full frontal primo mullet.
Note that this post is not meant to take any sort of elitist stance or point a finger at those with even less of a fashion sense than The Core Dump, but to explore the sheer wonder of seeing a mullet in the wild in this Year of the Lord 2004. What other wonders await in the naked city?
In honor of Captain Mullet, tonight’s music will be no less than:
“Don’t Stop Believin’” by Journey [Opens in iTunes]
Is there reason to upgrade from a 3 to a 5?
After all these years, Nic still can’t understand the American attitude to healthcare.
A sci-fi and fantasy heavy installment that includes The Valedictorian of Being Dead, The Mastermind, Broadsword Calling Danny Boy, Tiamat’s Wrath, The Raven Tower, The Liberation, The Light Brigade and Cryptonomicon.
Includes The Incomplete Book of Running, Aching God, The Murderbot Diaries, Lies Sleeping, The Consuming Fire, and Rendezvous with Rama.
Did you know Las Vegas is kind of nutty?