In case Memetracker has made anyone else wonder too, not as far as I can tell, but something called University of the Incarnate Word thought about it.

I stayed out way way too late Wednesday night at a quasi-historic Hollywood bar and have been trying to recover ever since. Tonight I opted for a quiet haircut (though the night is young). I'm going to miss Rudy's Barbershop when I move--where in Ann Arbor am I going to be able to wait an hour for a $15 buzzcut from a 5-foot-7, approximately 62-pound Silver Lake hipster?