I hate shaving.

[c9]

I hate shaving. Due to my lackadaisical stubble growth, I've always shaved every second day or so. Thirds if I was feeling lazy. Probably because of this, my skin is very sensitive and gets all irritated at the slightest provocation. I often think about "beard suppressors," a Star Trek invention that sounds a lot easier than actually shaving. If I could remove the need to shave entirely, I just might. Except that spending thousands (or whatever) on laser fooforah would be way more money spent on me than should ever take place. :)

Anyway, I haven't shaved since Thursday. I'm a scruffy mess. I'm toying with the idea of growing my goatee back. I expect leapfish will try to veto this idea. For the curious, I photographed some old photographs containing me and a goatee. This was in the dark days before digital photography, you see. Well, before *I* had digital photography, which is just as bad.

In possibly reverse no chronological order:


This is me sometime in the summer of 1998 or 1999, not sure which. I'm sitting on simplisticton and purplemartini's couch, holding (I'm pretty sure) Mike's cat Sasha. Zoe wouldn't be born yet, IIRC. Those are purplemartini's feet, I think.


This is the very first picture of c9 and leapfish together. It was taken June 29th, 1999, sitting on the ground at the OC Transpo bus stop at the Ottawa airport. Vinny's first trip to Ottawa and he was being elegantly chauffeured by the 97 Kanata. Wooo!


I'm not sure what the look on my face is all about, but this is sometime between January and April, 1999. I was a proctor for the second time, at Joy Kidd House at UNB. A tour of what's visible, clockwise from top left:

• rainbow windsock
• Sarah McLachlan poster (fan club perk)
• the award our wing (3rd River) received for being "Most Likely To Start Their Own Band"
• a purple hand with CAM written on it, as a nametag-type device
• a Safe Spaces sticker, for the campus program I founded
• a tiny penguin drawn by Paul, the musician on our floor who drew them *everywhere*, still not really sure why
• a whiteboard with "TC" written at the top. A couple guys in Joy Kidd had a common Atlantic Canadian speech pattern, which consisted of plaving "The" in front of things. "You're watching the hockey, eh?" and the like. I commented on it once, and forevermore I was TC: The Cam.
• my class schedule, so that people could find me when they needed me
• a poster featuring over 30 different condoms
• my Neill House scrubs. Neill was my first house on campus, and later the first house I was a proctor in.
• a Tux poster I printed on somebody's colour printer. I think I've been dealing with Linux since 1996 when Ben first exposed me to it.

Comments

[c9.livejournal.com]

Correct, although there may be a flaw in the overall logic of your program. :)

[lifein2x3.livejournal.com]

I think I was 14 the last time I did this regularly.

Last programming I did was in high school, my maths teacher was a former DARPA programmer, so she'd let us write programs for our TI calculators to use on tests, provided we could prove we'd written the code ourselves.

I wasn't chasing skirt, what else was there to do? :-)

[c9.livejournal.com]

Ha! Indeed.