74Dusted
Stock Piler of 340's
Last week I was hanging out with some friends (As well as towing one of their cars to the shop) and phones and internet popped up in the discussion, since one of my friends doesn't have internet at home yet and he's still stuck in the 1990's with an ancient cellphone, that by all rights, shouldn't even be possible to use (I thought the towers all switched from Analog to Digital?)
Myself and another friend both told him he needed to buy a phone from this century, which would allow him to check his email, browse the net, purchase stuff online, and cost about the same as what he's paying for the current phone. To which he responded "I'll buy a new phone when Chris gets a hair cut!" Which is a long running joke, almost as long as my hair :glasses7:
Guess who has to go phone shopping tomorrow :finga:
At 3am, while waiting for coffee to brew, I had this brilliant idea of just taking a crack at my hair myself, armed with scissors, a comb, clippers and an antique wall mirror in the bathroom. I chopped a good 16" or more off the length of my hair. Now it barely reaches my neck. Seemed like a good idea
For not being able to see what I was cutting, it turned out pretty decent. Sure feels different though, and my friends probably won't recognize me.
It's also the first time I've had my hair cut since probably 2009, even back then, that last hair cut was a "trim it up a little, but don't take the length." type deal. The "Mane" had been growing out since my early teens, despite constant threats of "You fall asleep and I'm shaving your head" from my dad when I was in my teens. He wasn't kidding either. I fell asleep on the couch one night, all of a sudden I hear CLICK RRRRRRRRRRR. I sat straight up and there's my dad standing a foot away from me, clippers in hand and they're turned on
Myself and another friend both told him he needed to buy a phone from this century, which would allow him to check his email, browse the net, purchase stuff online, and cost about the same as what he's paying for the current phone. To which he responded "I'll buy a new phone when Chris gets a hair cut!" Which is a long running joke, almost as long as my hair :glasses7:
Guess who has to go phone shopping tomorrow :finga:
At 3am, while waiting for coffee to brew, I had this brilliant idea of just taking a crack at my hair myself, armed with scissors, a comb, clippers and an antique wall mirror in the bathroom. I chopped a good 16" or more off the length of my hair. Now it barely reaches my neck. Seemed like a good idea
For not being able to see what I was cutting, it turned out pretty decent. Sure feels different though, and my friends probably won't recognize me.It's also the first time I've had my hair cut since probably 2009, even back then, that last hair cut was a "trim it up a little, but don't take the length." type deal. The "Mane" had been growing out since my early teens, despite constant threats of "You fall asleep and I'm shaving your head" from my dad when I was in my teens.
He wasn't kidding either. I fell asleep on the couch one night, all of a sudden I hear CLICK RRRRRRRRRRR. I sat straight up and there's my dad standing a foot away from me, clippers in hand and they're turned on 
