Here's a photo that the CIA wishes it had uncovered first: Kaleid Sheik Uncle Joe from back when he used to run the deli/mosque in Brooklyn, the one that specialized in halal mortadella and Tora Bora Tartuffo.

Life was simpler back then... The moustache, about the same.

But no more: got my hair cut this morning and all was going well until the woman aparently decided there wasn't enough hair atop my scalp to sustain her fulol effort, so she grabbed her buzzer and plunged its business-end right between my eyes. I almost didn't realize what she was doing until I heard the growl of the motor as it labored to chew its blades through the center of my uni-brow.

"Hey, back off lady! That's where I get my super-powers!"

It was an awkward moment.

I picked up a few things from the Giant Beagle and then got back to help clean the house andthen get Cookie off to his Cub Scout meeting. Now we're back from that and in about an hour we'll be heading off to his baseball practice. The fun never ends.