I have the precision of a drunk surgical intern.  When I go to shave it looks like the Alamo, blood and guts everywhere.

A couple of months ago I ran out of shaving gel, and found a discount brand shaving cream under my sink.  The results were unsatisfactory, as I bloodied up my chin, and routinely had an uneven shave.  After much chagrin, I purchased the Edge shaving gel with extra comfort for my sensitive yet manly skin.

Just a little dab of this stuff will have you covered, unless you’re the elephant man or something.  I noticed I had to press down maybe half as hard with the Edge gel than I did with the discount cream.  This lead to a first shave fraught with cuts, but after that it has been smooth sailing.  Thank you Edge for making me no longer look like a disgruntled sea captain.

Price: $9 for a 4 pack at Costco

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My bedroom is home to a Hunter ceiling fan.  The rest of the house has recently been infiltrated by an army of Casablanca fans.  I can not speak on their behalf, as I have had very little interaction with them, but I can tell you a little of my Hunter.

It has no bells or whistles, and by that I mean lights.  I’m not one for lights on my fan, too cumbersome.  On its most powerful setting it puts out a respectable gust wind, but nothing fierce.  If you’re looking for a fan that creates tornado type blasts this is not the fan for you.  It does however sway, but I have theories about that.  Either it was mounted improperly, or more likely my brother throwing ice into the blades for years has probably messed with the moorings.

With only one chain, and four speed settings I rather like this dust ridden piece of equipment.  Mind you there is a lot of dust, hopefully it’s not spreading asbestos; I’d say it’s 50/50.

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