Hair

The main gift Cathy got me for Christmas this year was a portable photo scanner from Hammacher Schlemmer. It's a neat, portable little gizmo that converts photos to digital images. Yes, I realize we could use a flatbed scanner, but I've tried using a couple of different ones they've been slow, do crappy scans and then I have to mess around with cropping the images afterwords.

This scanner is lovely. I pop the photo through, it scans it to a SD card, I then load the pictures onto the computer and they're good to go. Plus, the scanner is small enough that I could pop it in a jacket pocket and go. So it's a nice little gadget. Yes, it can't scan pictures larger than 4x6, but as 98% of the pictures in my photo albums are that size or smaller, it's not big deal.

So I spent most of this afternoon going through photo albums and scanning pictures. I had the brief business idea of blackmailing my friends with some of the photos. One of the advantages of a university experience spent not drinking but hanging out with those who were certainly....very fond of it, is that you get some unique photographic memories. So yes, I may have sent out a note suggesting a monetary donation to me might help prevent certain photos from making it to Facebook.

Of course, some suggested that perhaps they would be willing to donate to pay for my funeral if any of the photos went up on Facebook. So, once again, a brilliant entrepreneurial scheme goes down in flames. Although I probably will send the individuals the photos anyway...just for their own amusement.

Of course, one of the disadvantage of looking at all those photos were the reminders of a time when I had hair. It's been easy for me to forget that I once had hair, since it's been that many years since I looked in the mirror and saw much. A touch sad, but oh well.

For those of you wondering, this is what I looked like back in the days.

This was me at King's back in 1994.

Me with my friends Colette and Mireille during cigar night. I'm guessing this is around 1997.

And this would be me in Busan, South Korea in 1997 as well.

Funny, when I had hair I had no idea what to do with it. It was nice to have and all, but kind of a nuisance to deal with. It's much easier now. Still, I kind of miss it from time to time.

Last Five
1. Baby one more time - Bowling For Soup*
2. Evidence of me - Sean Panting
3. You won't make a fool out of me - Flogging Molly
4. Le fantome, Denis - Colleen Power
5. Honey pie - The Beatles