Never the Twain Shall Meet…

My hair is now magenta and choppy and rock-star like. (Making it, officially, no longer Connor-like. There is no longer a great disturbance in the Force; you can relax.)

I’ve been compared to both Ramona Flowers and Hayley Williams by various friends. I had no idea who those two were until they were mentioned. And I call myself well-schooled in pop culture. I shall now commit seppuku.