After consulting Eric a few times, I was able to make the first changes of my own to the site. Now, although the colors may not blend as well as before, it's easier to read with the black words and the links that don't blend perfectly with my shirt.
I got my haircut this morning. This was after just about everyone that I hadn't seen in a while tried to hide their shocked expressions at my sideburns. Even big Steve, who normally seems to be an advocate of all things 'out of the ordinary,' made a comment on their length and bushiness. When I did get into the salon, the lady asked what I wanted done, and before I could respond, she pulled the hair in front of my ears out to its full length and said, 'Well, this obviously.'
I know what you might say too about the fact that I went to a salon and not a barber. See, everyday when I walk past this place, I see a row of old men sitting inside bullshitting. I figure that, combined with the lack of any real barbers in town, makes my choice of this place pretty legit. Get off my back Andrew.