Now that I have none of it, I’ve been cutting my own hair with some success. Until today. You see, I have to rely on my wife to make the straight line along the back of my head, as it’s impossible to see, owing to the fact that my eyes are both in the front. This has been no problem for her. Until today. Today, she decided to take the clippers and turn them over and drag them up along the back of my head, shearing an enormous, crooked path in my skull. Needless to say, this has not resulted in decreasing my stress level, as the oral surgeon highly suggested.

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Christopher Null is a veteran technology journalist and the owner of Null Media, a custom blogging company.