The Shadow Of The Bald Skinny Dipping Thin Man Ponders The Dark Full Moon

The Shadow of the Bald Skinny Dipping Thin Man is up well before the sun on the 15th day of August.

The moon is full this morning, hovering directly overhead, yet providing no darkness removing illumination.

A few weeks ago I saw photos of contemporaries of mine who have become follically challenged. When I saw these photos I thought to myself something I have thought to myself before.

As in if ones hair gets thin why not just go for a buzz cut instead of a diseased mange look?

So, yesterday I decided to see what it is like to have a total buzz cut. This is rather easy to do. I like the result. It is sort of convenient. Zero time spent drying hair. Definitely no combing is needed.

I don't think we made it to 100 degrees yesterday, but I'm not totally certain about that. If we didn't I am fairly certain that would make 4 days in a row under 100. Today the scheduled temperature is over 100.

Even though we are scheduled to be HOT today I think I will try to do some Tandy Hill hiking. I can not remember when last I have been on the Tandy Hills. Maybe 2 Saturdays ago.

In the meantime I am going swimming in the increasingly chilly pool.

Brad Pitt And Me With Yet One More Thing In Common

Brad Pitt and I have a lot in common. And now it seems you can add joining the epidemic of going willingly bald to the list. Although I don't quite know the technique to get to the totally bald point. I suppose I could infosearch for that valuable information.

In that Ghost Rider book I think I mentioned that I'm reading, that the Queen of Wink sent me, well, today I learned that the author of that book, Neil Peart, also the drummer for the Canadian rock band that calls itself Rush, on the 1st of July (me being a boy who grew up near the Canadian border, knows July 1 is Canada Day), well, on that day, every year, Neil Peart has his one and only haircut of the year, shaving himself bald and then letting it grow back til the next Canada Day.

Fourth of July has come and gone for the year, but I think I'll adopt this one haircut a year plan, starting next 4th of July. By then I should have been able to learn how to achieve the totally bald deal. I hope I don't have to buy new tools.

My therapist, Dr. L.C., is ailing with a bad case of dizzy. I hope she's feeling better soon. A lot depends on her not being dizzy.

Bald Is Beautiful?

Tootsie Tonasket insisted she wanted to see a picture of the new, bald me. What Tootsie wants, Tootsie gets.

I'm looking almost as grumpy as I'm feeling.

It's been less than 24 hours since I balded myself. So far I'm liking being bald. I was hoping going bald would have me looking like I belong on Prison Break. Instead I'm thinking I'm looking like a bad John Locke clone on LOST.

This is definitely the worst thing I've done to my hair in years. Almost as bad as early in this century when someone convinced me it would be fun to be blond. She told me I would be a dark blond. Instead I was the color of a very bright banana. The banana was remedied fairly easily. But I was not happy about the entire experience.

I have no one to blame but myself for the current follicle challenge. I prefer having someone other than myself to blame when something does not go quite right. Maybe I'll take a daily picture of my baldness slowly ending, like that cool video of that guy who walked across China that I blogged about earlier in the month.

I'm out of here in a bit. Talk to you later.