A Dozen Things


When I was a kid, I loved making lists.  I ranked my favorite bands, my favorite movie directors, my favorite baseball players on primitive DOS-based software, typing away in my tiny room while listening to Def Leppard’s Hysteria, then printing out the lists on my noisy-as-fuck dot matrix printer so I could stare longingly at hard copies of my handiwork, making changes whenever necessary.

I kept a notebook (now a Microsoft Excel spreadsheet!) listing every movie I had ever seen, complete with my own rating.  I aspired to be a film critic or a music critic, back when those jobs paid actual money.  I was an aficionado, a pop culture geek.  I was Rain Man.  242 toothpicks.

Listing was my “thing,” my OCD, my crazy.  It still is.  It’s the sorta madness that makes you wanna pick me to be on your pub trivia team.

It’s also something I still like to do for fun, and now it’s a feature – and writing exercise – here at Bald Freak HQ.

A DOZEN EPIC BREAKUP ALBUMS

A DOZEN BALD PIONEERS

A DOZEN ESSENTIAL HOLIDAY SPECIALS

A DOZEN MODERN HORROR MOVIES

A DOZEN LADIES THAT ROCK

A DOZEN THINGS MY EX’ES GOT ME INTO

A DOZEN MOVIES THAT MADE ME CRY