Grumble mumble... kids on my lawn...

I'm getting old, folks. I used to have four or five white hairs in my beard, and I would pluck them once a month or so. Over the past three months, a whole crop of white hairs have popped up.

The problem with plucking the white hairs is that I never manage to get the hair I want on the first try - my beard is pretty short, but somehow wily enough that I would almost always pull out a black hair or two before I would get the white hair I was going for.

I took a picture on my chin whiskers, then inverted the image to make the white hairs stand out. Good Lord, there are far more than I feared! I see at least fifty, and if I pulled two blacks for every white, I would pull a total of 150 hairs. That won't work for me. I don't see dying my beard - the flat black, dyed look seems so fake.

So it seems white-whiskerhood, here I come. At this rate, they'll all be calling me 'Grandpa' at work by December. I'll be able to get a Santa job at the mall without donning a fake beard. (Which is good, because I hate haggling.)

Roleplay Arguments

We're expected to be so very polite to one another all the time. I'm not a contrary person, but sometimes I wish there was a number I could call to have a good argument, similar to the Monty Python sketch.

I'll bet a real pay per minute argument line would make money. And hey, if I had such a job, I could telecommute!