Aplogy, and talk about hair

I've been watching Strong Bad in the time I set aside to blog, so this is a token post in the interests of continuity.

First off, I want to apologise to the world for my last few posts. I'm actually considering deleting them, which I have the power to do. Suffice to say I am back to my normal self.
I'm reminded of something Christopher Isherwood said in Goodbye to Berlin, about how writers are people who are willing to share their innermost thoughts with as many peopleas want to read them. I'm actually quite reserved on a person to person scale... odd, isn't it?

(Yeah, that's it. There's no insight here).

So my plan now is to go along to the old JCR meeting (Junior Common Room, that is, student council) then go home and maybe have a hair cut. I admit it, I cut my own hair. This is because I go for a style that can be completely expressed in millimetres, and because I'm stingy with money. You can buy a pair of shears for roughly the same price as a proper haircut. The question is, where do you draw the line between saving money and looking like a scruff? As a scientist, a student, and a man, I feel the answer is towards the sruff end of the spectrum.

If my hair is negelected, it grows outwards from my hair perfectly radially, until it starts to look like an amateur 3-D halo and then, if nothing is done, a caucasian straight-hair Afro. I need a hair cut now- in about two weeks, my hair will reach "the critical length" when it can no longer support it's own weight. When this happens a whole side of my head seems to collapse in as if my brain is dissolving, which can be quite embarresing in social situations.

On a related topic, I also need a shave, but that's my default state of being. Because I buy rubbish razors (cash/sruff contiuum again) I get an "Aragorn" shave: I start with a three-day beard, and end up with two-day stubble. And maybe some cosmetic battle scars.

Is that the time???

Song in my head: "Beautiful World" by Caliko