And Now for Something Completely Different
So I got this bright idea of saving a few dollars and getting my 10 y.o. daughter (who is up for any adventure) to cut my hair. She dutifully buzzed away at it per my instructions and left me with a mediocre to embarassing look. I decided to touch it up myself. Holding a small mirror for a reflection of a reflection in front of the bathroom mirror, I took more and more off. Awkward to cut like that, but it was actually coming out not too bad. Short, but not too bad. But wait. As I artistically whisked away fluffs of hair with the electric buzzcutter, the little plastic teeth popped off, the ones that assure a reasonable distance between head and blades. I didn't notice in time. I carved a canyon from the top of my forehead to the top of my head head. A closely shaved canyon.It's very interesting being bald. It's different. If I pull my ears into points, puff my cheeks, and make big eyes at the mirror, I can look like a goblin. I have a single gold ear ring, so if I fold my arms and stick out my chest I can look like Mr. Clean (cleans your whole house and everything that's in it). Or I can just relax and maintain a neutral expression and look a little like Lex Luthor Kojak Picard and a quite a bit like Kennewick Man, who was, after all, discovered only about 70 miles from where I live. (My nose is smaller and my cheekbones less pronounced.) But here's the real kicker.
I'm starting to like it.
It got rid of a lot of grey hair. Makes me look younger. Now I'm sort of a handsome devil. This may be my look.
Plus. I won't have to comb my hair in the morning (saving 5 minutes/day x 365 days = 30.4166 hours per year). I will use almost no shampoo. I will have no more bad hair days. I will save over $100 per year in barber fees. And, I will fear no lice.
