It recently dawned upon me that the product of the number of razors, creams/soaps, and aftershaves that I use may well exceed the number of shaves I will be able to perform. That is, I can probably go the rest of my life without duplicating a shave.
Numerically, that's not too impressive (the cube root of 18,000, or around 50 years' worth of shaves, is roughly 26). Philosophically, however, it is a bit distressing to find that many potential shaves (slant bar/avocado/musgo anyone?) may never see the light of day.
Rather than wallow in a slough of despond, I guess I will have to drown my sorrows with the purchase of a new razor, another wacky cream, and some obscure balm. Ahh, RAD, SCAD, et. al.- the sophisticated gentleman's alcoholism.
In a related note, I understand that Ron has already begun to make reservations for his final shave, due to arrive in late August, 5027.
Numerically, that's not too impressive (the cube root of 18,000, or around 50 years' worth of shaves, is roughly 26). Philosophically, however, it is a bit distressing to find that many potential shaves (slant bar/avocado/musgo anyone?) may never see the light of day.
Rather than wallow in a slough of despond, I guess I will have to drown my sorrows with the purchase of a new razor, another wacky cream, and some obscure balm. Ahh, RAD, SCAD, et. al.- the sophisticated gentleman's alcoholism.
In a related note, I understand that Ron has already begun to make reservations for his final shave, due to arrive in late August, 5027.