No More Baldfaced Lies

Two weeks ago, I decided to put an end to it. Every day, it was the same damn thing: I'd put myself in hot water and then have to scrape to get out. Well, enough is enough. I will never do it again. I'm tired of the same old Schick!

I have quit shaving, forever.

This should come as no great surprise to those of you who saw this previous blowing off of steam. I've always hated shaving.

(OK, no lie: I enjoyed it for about the first year or so. That was only because I started growing my beard earlier than most of the kids with whom I hung out - and they were mostly a year older than I was, too. It was one of the few things concerning maturity that I could brag on. And, of course, you don't start growing a beard unless other things have started to grow, so it was a fun year all around. However, we don't want to get into that digression, do we? No, I didn't think so.)

Shaving sucks. It's time consuming, slightly painful, costs money, presents the possibility of slicing your face open like a ripe melon, and it makes you look stupid. If you don't believe that last one, just check out these pictures.

























Are you seriously going to try and tell me that I look better without a beard?

Soon, with more better stuff.

(P.S. Balcony Gal [see comments] was absolutely right. The non-bearded photo did make me look like an old pervert. Well, what can I say? I am old. In any case, I have now replaced it with a photo that makes me look like... well, still an old pervert. Not much I can do about it, I guess. I think the problem lies in the fact that I'm fully-clothed in the photo on the right and not so much in the other. Oh, well.)

(P.P.S. Tip o' the hat to Fat Hairy Bastard for inspiration.)