Cutting my own hair, almost

I decided that I should shave my hair off a little while ago. I went into the bathroom with my shaver and selected the longest setting. I looked at Cheryl, turned it on, looked at myself in the mirror and pushed it through my hair right in the middle like Marshall in How I Met Your Mother.

Nothing happened.

I was confused. I checked the trimmer and it was fine, so I tried again. Still nothing happened. It seems my trimmer only cuts shorter hair.

I came into the kitchen and picked up some scissors. I held my hair up ready to cut into it and then chickened out. I looked at Cheryl, but she wouldn’t tell me what to do. After a few minutes of indecision I collected my resolve and held a bunch of hair between my fingers and closed the scissors on it.

Nothing happened.

At this point I started to think of Samson, and how much he would have wished he was me if he had been real. The trimmers and the scissors both refused to cut my hair at all. I don’t really understand the complete lack of effect, but oh well. I took it as a sign that it would probably be more effort than it was worth, so I quit.

At some point I guess I’ll just go and buy some proper clippers or pay someone with the right tools to cut it.

How I Met your Mother

A few of my friends have been telling me to watch How I Met your Mother for months and months. Well, the other week I decided to get started on it with Cheryl, and it’s completely hilarious and brilliant.

Over the weekend we went through somewhere in the region of 27(!) episodes (s01e11 to s02e16 I think). I’m so glad there are so many episodes to watch, but at this rate I’ll catch up before the end of the year and then I’ll be stuck waiting like everyone else. 🙁

If you haven’t seen this show then give it a chance!