As you may have noticed in my last post, I cut my hair. Enjoying a post-haircut kraken pickletini Well, more accurately , Chris cut my hair for me. Before Chris went at it with the scissors and clipper I've been wanting to shave half my head for a while (as evidenced by all of these pins ) but I work in a professional setting where it's not likely to be appreciated. Despite appearances, this is actually the shaved side Fortunately, both my boss and my mom can rest easy since returning to my usual sweet self is a simple matter of switching my part to the other side. It's like Clark Kent vs. Superman. So far I'm really happy with the look and I don't think there's much risk of me winding up on Girls That Look Like Skrillex (at least as long as I don't wear glasses).