This weekend was Planet Comicon in Kansas City. Ugh. I’m still tired. My eyes hurt from all the pasty flesh. My stomach hurts from all the deliciously evil-bad food. I spent quite a bit of time talking with people from Omaha, which was weird. Good times.
The best part of the trip (every year) is going to the casinos to eat Bryant’s barbecue and gambling. This year, the gambling was cut short by a viewing of Sin City. It was amazing; I was happy to finally see it since the con was buzzing about it all weekend.
To end the trip, I finally shaved my beard off when I got home. Somebody on Friday said I had my “Chuck Norris-thing goin’ on.” Time to shave. It was time to shave, anyway, because of the warm weather, but it was definitely time after that comment. My scar has healed quite nicely and is pain-free dragging sharp metal across it.
Having no beard has taken years off me. I still walk by mirrors and stop because I’m not used to it yet. I’m baby-faced again, with a much happier Chief as a result.
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