after four independent opinion polls, much teeth gnashing, and a little aprehension, the hair is gone. a number four clipper, five minutes and the realization that it was probably a mistake later... here i am, buzz cut and proud. dave may be the agent of change and chaos in others' lives, but i am said agent of my own. hope it goes over o.k. at least i won't look like niles crane. a picture may come soon.

maybe.

perhaps.