Hair-um Scare-um

Every once in a while, I get fed up with my hairstyle. Sometimes, I wait for the urge to pass. Sometimes, I hop in the car and get a haircut at the nearest convenient location: salon, supercuts, army recruiting station, what have you.

The results, as you might well guess, are unpredictable. I've had some great haircuts and some real corkers. By "Corkers", I mean haircuts so bad that they make squirrels with mange feel better about themselves, quit drinking, and go out and get themselves a proper squirrel job, such as Assistant Nut Hoarder.

The problem is, I have no idea what to ask for once I'm in the salon chair. So when the urge to get a haircut hit recently, I splurged on one of those virtual hair services, where you upload a photo of yourself and see what hairstyles look good on you.

Let's see the results, shall we?







Here's me with my current hair. Eh, it's okay, I guess.









Here's me with a shaggy shag. It's shaggitudinal. Not so great though, so let's move on.










Here's a nice little bob thingy. Hmm, not too bad. Let's keep this one in mind and soldier on.










Okay, here's me as Ellen. Actually looks okay.










Alright, here I am as a local TV newscaster....










Butch me...










Me as my Dad...












Me with dreds...










And, finally, me as Tookie the Clown. That concludes our journey. I'll let you know which one I pick.