Fashion Concern.

I’ve been a little uneven this week. I went for a walk and cleared my head a bit.

I have fallen into a Youtube hole and have landed on “Your Thrift Habits”, a educational film from 1948. I don’t know why I landed here, but I do like the fashions.

It’s been over two years since I last sported a full beard. Today I have been contemplating starting a beard again. Just to mix it up a bit.

Please don’t like it when I let it get all wild looking, though. Hmmm. I might have to take a walk on the wild side again and not give a hoot about what people think.

Nearly three months ago I posed a question to the few that stumble upon my ramblings here at ‘Life Is Such A Sweet Insanity’.

Today, you see the answer.

You, the people get to vote.

1. You’ve got the cutest little baby-face! Stay that way!

2. Grow the mustache and keep it!

Earl and I are revving up for a long weekend camping at Hillside Campgrounds. Hillside is a private campground for gay men. We’ve been there several times in the past and I’m really looking forward to going there this weekend. However, I am nervous about one particular thing.

I want to wear jean shorts.

It’s my understanding that jean shorts have become a serious fashion faux pas over the past couple of years. I fail to understand why. They’re comfortable, they’re functional and I feel good in them, but there’s this unspoken feeling that I’m wearing something akin to a mullet around my waist.

Now I’m going to say right here and now that the mullet is the stupidest looking haircut known to western civilization, and yes, that includes my mullet in the mid 1980s that no, you will not see a picture of the aforementioned hair tragedy. But jeans shorts? What’s wrong with them?

They go well with my flip flops.

Whoops.

Originally uploaded by macwarriorny.

So we have this fancy new beard trimmer in our household. It has a built in vacuum attachment and nine different settings.

I set out to give it a whirl and discovered that the guard is a little more flexible than I’m used to. Of course, I discovered this after I took a huge stripe out of my mustache and goatee area.

I’m now clean shaven for the first time in a long time.

Time to start the beard from scratch.

I was wondering how big of a faux pas it would be for start carrying around our Sony digital camera all the time. Would the Queer Eye boys flock in and have an absolute hissy fit for accessorizing with the wrong accessories?

Last night’s flight with my father was totally unplanned. Earl and I arrived at my dad’s house, where Karen (his girlfriend) said, “Your father wants you to go to the airport, right away!”. I had a big grin, because I knew that we were going flying. But I wanted to take proper pictures of the event, since it had been four years since the last time I flew with him.

Unfortunately, the camera was sitting next to this PowerBook at our house, 60 miles away.

The camera in my Motorola V400 cell phone just doesn’t cut it. Yeah, you can get an idea of what I’m trying capture in a Kodak moment, for example, in yesterday’s pictures from the plane you saw some sky and some land, which is good. But the pictures look like such crap. When Earl and I were in Disneyworld on vacation last February, there were people taking their vacation photos with their cell phones. What wainkers.

But I was a wainker last night!

I think I’m going to either get a better cell phone with a higher quality camera or just start packing the Sony camera in the car and start photographing everything.