Back in our lame excuse for a hideous dotcom era, Chris and I worked on what our zookeepers envisioned to become a “style portal” (fnar, fnar). We were going through our obligatory pixel art phase, and oblivious to the demands of portaldom, we sneakily populated the site with little versions of ourselves. Here I am, sporting “the devil’s haircut”:
I wore my hair like that for a few months (before it became a drag to maintain — the inverted “horns” were a pain to shave, week in, week out), out of a desire to have the opposite of Wolverine’s hair — the pointy bits in negative space, as it were.
