Vanity

As I'm trying to be more selective these days about what radio contests I chase after, I had to pause a moment to consider the following:

One of our local stations is offering a laser hair-removal package; the winner will be picked from entrants who submit photos of their hairy backs.

Those of you out there who have seen me shirtless may judge for yourselves whether I would merely win such a contest -- or come in first, second, and third.

After talking it over with Rachal, I decided that my lycanthropic look doesn't bother either of us particularly, so I'll leave the winning to some other flammable sod out there ...one who's presumably got a lot more self-esteem tied up in his appearance than I seem to. On top of which, I think I might feel actively weird changing my look that radically and suddenly, which is the same reason I'm not interested in removing the scars on my forehead. I've become accustomed to them, and would miss them if they were gone.

[Fear not, dorsal pelt! I won't leave you -- ]