It wasn’t much, but Tuesday’s rain was nevertheless notable. The .05 of an inch that fell was the first measurable precipitation in Wichita in nearly five weeks. Nothing more than a trace had fallen since .34 of an inch was recorded on Feb. 2. Less …
Just as I thought I might be the only person in the world to notice the lack, I’m shown that I’m the only one complaining about it.
I’ve noticed that the favoritism shown the beard, on males, thank you, and recent events – like Favre and his “Getting his groom on” advertisements have shown me the cost of razors is the most persuasive argument.
My beard is a fuzzy muzzy affair, it itches, scratches, and flat out hurts. It makes me hold my head high and it ain’t all in pride, for sure.I usually keep it under control with hair clippers. You know, those electric thingy I give myself burr cuts with (and never shave my head, that expensive razor’s.
So, about sometime ago I started looking-at the No – No type of razor, or whatever it was all about getting rid of hair at will. Well, sir; it turned out that the No-No was a heat device. It fried the hair and ashed it. That would work, and does. I read reviews, not so hot, those reviews. And then I made a mistake. I read the price.
Fine and well. Damn expensive, that.
I continued my research for a razor. You know, some alternative to Farve and his Groom. My beard grew. It is beyond the itchy stage now. Its reached the painful stage. Makes it tough to wash my face without half drowning, and all that soap I can’t quite get off dries sticky and snarky.
I’ve recently come across the Braun 9 xxxx razor. It works with Synch’ed heads, a sonic shaver. I mean, it sounds like it does a buzz job on ones beard. It’s attractive.
I mean, if a Doctor can turn Sonic’s on a woman’s belly and a fetus then it should be gentle enough for my mirror reflection, no? And I looked at the price. Scared hell out of me, but it was better than the NoNo. Not much, really, but . . . well, I fry chicken and am not sure frying my face hairs is any less painful than pulling long hairs from my nipples.
From the reaches,