Blood and Ashes

I said that I would post daily.

I lied.

I said I would post more often.

I lied.

I say I post now.

I never lie.

So what has kept me busy these last days? Shaving. Yes, that activity that nearly all men execute. It turns out that there is a portion of the population that has turned shaving in to a hobby. I am now a member of that segment.

About a month ago, after over a decade of wanting one, I finally bought a straight razor. I had already converted to using a brush and proper shaving soap a year or so previous to that. But there I was, razor in hand and stubble on cheek. Take that! I quothed. And my visage was depiliated.

But this was but the beginning.

The shaving brush I had bought was a poor quality thing from the Razor Centre in Plaza Alexis Nihon. Big mistake. After only a year's usage, the brush is falling apart. Enough of this, I cried. I started to read reviews of shaving brushes on the three shaving forums (www.badgerandblade.com, www.shavemyface.com and www.straightrazorplace.com). I unanimously decided to purchase a Savile Row SR3824 from www.qedusa.com. GREAT move on my part, though I wish I had done it long ago. Expensive? Yes. Worth every penny? Totally.

Did I stop here? Fuck no.*

To go along with my glorious new badger brush, I decided to buy shaving creams and soaps. Lots. Ten in all. Why so many, you ask? Because, like tea, one wishes to sample a new flavour daily. They should arrive in a fortnight or so. And I am now pennyless.

In other news:

I fell from my bicycle and scraped my palm. Alas.

I nearly bought a beautiful 750 GB external hard drive. Alas.

I have many labs to write. Alas.

I bought a scanner. Yay.

I love cheese. Yay.

I found more cook books. Yay.

To close, a Lymmerick.

The most boring thing in the world
Is not a large sail unfurled.
It starts with a p
And ends with an e
And happens right after you've curled.

Cheers.

*My blog. I can say what I want.