I'm getting into the habit, every 3 years or so, of getting a little trim whether I need it or not.
See, we have now scientifically calculated that it takes me three months to grow an inch of hair. And my preferred hair donation place requires ten inches of hair, as a minimum length, for a donation. So, a little math will tell you that I should be getting my head shaved every 30 months.
But since I try to do this in conjunction with the United Way folks (yeah, they have some issues, but they do help people), and since I haven't been able to convince our local rep to set something up outside of their usual Fall donation cycle, I seem to end up doing this in October of every third year.
My wife, having been raised on a college campus in the Sixties, prefers long hair.
I'm really not clear why.
You know, it's weird, but every time I mention donating hair, people say something like "Oh, you mean 'Locks of Love'?"
That group gets all the press (I blame Oprah), but they've never been completely open about their accounting practices, and even after all these years, they still haven't gotten any better. Even today, their accounting practices make it very difficult to figure out where all the hair goes. One watchdog group estimates that they waste $6 million in donations every year.
Really, it would be nice if I was shaving my head sometime when it wasn't dropping down around freezing at night, but you do what you can.
If I'd been wearing a costume this year, this was probably the last year when a Breaking Bad costume would be topical, but, for much the same reason that my blogging rate has dropped, I was a little too busy to put together a costume.
Oh, well. I would have just been one among a legion of Heisenbergs this year. And who wants that, right?