Sometimes spontaneity is not a good idea. I spontaneously shaved my face this Sunday. I was at home, I had nothing to do, the shaver was in my hand and I dared myself. And without a second thought I proceded to scare my children to death. I have never even taken a DMV picture this hideous.
I turns out that I haven't been baldfaced since about 1992, and it is a fact that none of my kids have seen me without a beard or moustache of some sort. And although I rather like the shocking effect that I have been able to produce both at home and at work, I'm man enough to say that this was a terrible mistake. At my very best with this look, I look like James Earl Jones or a very, very conservative and frumpy old minister. But the rest of the time, I look like an escaped mental patient or worse, at least that's what the camera says.
I'm rather indifferent this week because I feel pretty much like this inside. Severe. Frustrated. Capable of evil. But I'm going to grow it back and be my usual handsome self within a week or so. If you bump into me between now and then try to remember the sweet gentle person I actually am. Or, on second thought, whack me upside the head with some object of high specific gravity.
I couldn't resist putting this picture up, because since I sat on my glasses and they are slightly twisted, it makes them look like prison-issue and it makes me look very twisted. I just took out the color on this but I could have given it a bit of a nauseous institutional green tinge. But I had better leave well enough alone. It's not as though I have too much time on my hands. I'm just wasting it. By the way, I have given up french fries and potato chips for the new year and I started doing jumping jacks again. Part of this (now I remember) was that I was embracing change. I mean if UT can beat USC, anything is possible.
And now back to our regularly scheduled cynical cartoons.