Things

We went out to the Food Truck Fiesta on May the Fourth. There was Star Wars stuff. Good times, good eats.



Owen's hair (as evidenced above) was getting shaggy, so I took him to the barber. "Regular haircut, short."



I set up the new tent just to check it out. Ready to camp!

Face Hair

My mustache is long enough that it curls into my mouth when I open it to eat. I should probably look at significantly trimming this thing.

Yesterday I actually prepped for the Wednesday D&D game, but both Tiff and Larry got bound up with work stuff. Cancellations hurt this game less now that we've moved it to weekly. I'm still pondering a shift to Dungeon World but given that I started in with 5e to give them a taste of the new edition I'd like to at least get a decent amount of sessions in before doing so.

Both Carrie and my iPhones have had dusty lenses over the camera for a while. So I found a video on how to clean them out, and it looked pretty easy. True to form, it took me screwing it up a little in the attempt on mine to get it right the second time around. The video I perused turned out to be for an iPhone 5, vice the 5s. So when I pulled the face off I also pulled the ribbon cable responsible for fingerprint ID out, instead of gingerly removing it. It didn't appear damaged, and seemed to reconnect fine, but now the fingerprint ID on my phone doesn't work. I also managed to strip the small pentalobe screws near the charge port that hold the thing together. But at least I stripped them getting them in and they're doing their job. My camera lens, however, is dust-free. A new home button and screws were pretty cheap so I ordered them and will probably attempt a replacement. Finagling Carrie's phone went better, but she's got a chunk of brown something on the lens that resisted canned air. I may get a pen lens cleaner and try it again.

Shaggy

Having hair again is interesting.  I've been growing it out since Thanksgiving, or thereabouts.  Its gotten to the point now that going without a hat requires use of 'product.'  Last night I found an old jar of something called Surf Hair in the spare bathroom.  It works just fine, but it smells a lot less like the ocean, and a lote more like hairspray, then one might assume from its name.  I find myself thinking about googling hair junk to find one that doesn't smell like...much of anything.  Also, what do people tell barbers?  I've been shaving my head since I was 19, except for a brief flirtation with coiffure round about '01-'02, and even then I never knew what to tell those of the tonsurial arts when I sat down in the chair.

The beard...  Ugh, still upset about it.  I had achieved, through scratchy apathy, a decently long and scruffy face growth.  The kind of beard that made me look a bit mad all the time, or at least like my normal manner was broodish in nature.  Then I got a beard trimmer.  I immediately over-trimmed one side of my face, prompting an all-over trim of the same length.  It looked, to me, like I had shaved off about 10 years.  I'm concentrating as hard as I can to try to push this thing out of my face faster.