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Ponytail (since 1984... and not nearly as gauche as the white-boy Afro-perm from the late '70s...) and close-cropped beard (since about the same time). Some things don't need to change. And, when the 'tail's down and falling well below my shoulders, with my wizened visage... well, shoot... I kinda like the fact that I look a bit like Gandalf...
Besides... I haven't paid for a haircut in three decades, and I'd rather spend the time I'd spend shaving, well, sleeping. Or drinking coffee. Or replying on GearSlutz.
As to the Leatherman (since 1999... Gerber before then... 4" Buck before then) and MagLight (since 1995... replaced with a 5-LED model in 2004)... guilty as charged. Everybody smirks at my gadget-laden belt... until they have need of one of the gadgets. Happens a couple of times a week.
Just as long as nobody mentions the short rolls of gaff, console and e-tape, and a half-dozen 18" strands of trick line attached by carabiners to my Swiss Army backpack... well, then.
Great FaceBook from my daughter last month... "hey Dad! Matt and I are watching you fight orcs at Minas Tirith. miss you!"
Gotta love it, letting my freak-flag fly.
As to the rest of you... you... you hairless infidels... "YOU SHALL NOT PASS...!"
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