Me and my razor

Razorblogging is apparently the theme du jour over at the laconic, peripatetic, Instapundit; and I've been kicking around the idea of razorblogging for a while myself (generally in the shower. Now there's a topic for another day... Showerblogging. Or maybe not). Anyway, I'm a safety-blade man myself. (Mach 3 turbo, in the shower, no shaving cream, if you must know. If you didn't, the bleach to wipe out that mental image is in the kitchen cabinet). I started out with a really cheap electric razor, and just couldn't stand the chafing. Now, you have to realize, I'm not the most hirsute guy around - I haven't shaved my upper lip since 2000, and you can only barely see that I have a moustache, and I only have to shave once or twice a week at most. I once went 3 weeks without shaving my chine, and all I got for my efforts was annoying stubble. This at over 30! (On the other hand, I figure time saved over the years has got to count for something). But I do occassioanlly wonder what I'd look like with a beard - a small van Dyke or such-like. Don't think the full beard would work on my face, but a nice goatee? Ah, well.