I gave myself a botched haircut

Okay, so here's the deal with my head:

As heir to my father's dubious legacy of alopecia and cheapness, I've been cutting my own hair using electric clippers for a while now. On Saturday, I needed to give myself a quick trim before heading out of town. I buzzed my head down to an eighth of an inch as usual. Then I took a quick moment to admire my bald head and suddenly hirsute back and shoulders, and practiced my imitation of George "The Animal" Steele. Then I jumped in the shower.

When I got out, I noticed in the mirror that I'd missed a little strip of hair in the back. No problem. I grabbed the clippers out of the medicine cabinet to even things out with a quick swipe.

What I hadn't noticed, though, was that the little plastic guide comb had fallen off, exposing the metal cutting blade. Suddenly, the part of my hair that had been too long was too short. I had to buzz my whole head again to even things out, then take another shower.

So I'm rocking more of a skinhead look than usual because I'm a moron. On the other hand, I actually ended up meeting a cute girl later that same day who happened to dig the dome. So it worked out in the end.