I've reached the point in Fisker's Early Retirement Extreme where he writes about replacing outsourcing ordinary life skills with the gradual insourcing of these skills. For instance, instead of going and paying someone sixty dollars to cut your hair (the price of my last haircut), instead learning to do it yourself. I used to cut my own hair, on the premise that I can screw it up for free, but then got out of the habit because frankly, it's hard to cut your own hair when you don't have a three-way mirror. So I've been letting it grow, under the theory that eventually I'll find somebody whose work I like, and I should give them something with which to work.
I've also been blowing it dry while hanging upside down, trying to, you know, make it look like I have more than I have. But lately, it's getting to the point that when I do this, I wind up looking like a White Crested Polish, you know- like this:
So tonight I broke down and cut my own bangs. I won't say that it was a great success because I still have the same face beneath that hair, but at least it didn't cost me anything.
Mr. Fisker would be so proud of me.