This weekend was pretty boring. It was super cold so I slept a lot and worked around the house. In my shut-in hours, though, I briefly contemplated shaving my beard entirely. I haven't been sans facial hair since I was in college.

Then I sat down and watched "Love Liza." The movie was brilliant yet absurdly melancholy. I only managed to get through it because Philip Seymour Hoffman is one of my favorite actors. Probably the best actor of his generation. But suddenly it hit me. Without a beard I'd no longer be told that I looked like Chris Elliott. Instead I'd be Philip Seymour. I'm no expert, but I don't think that's a good look...