GRRRRRRRR!
I am incapable of taking a normal picture. So, I have decided to just go with it.
I'm going to trim the beard a bit tomorrow for the holiday, but am seriously considering continuing the growth through December to see how it goes.
Woosh.
Hair Level: Beardy
Notes: No time for love, Doctor Jones, I'm headed out the door right now. Headed for the Outer Banks for Thanksgiving.
I just can't get it to stop!
And we are one day away from the All-American Gut Buster Day. The day we, as true red-blooded Americans, stuff ourselves 'till we can't move from the couch, thus giving the best excuse of planting ourselves in front of a TV for an entire day. Some of us watch American Football, the rest of us watch whatever the wife approves or the kids will be happy with.
Me? I'm thinking it may be a day to play some WoW... perhaps.
I don't know how to use it, and it would probably break if I tried. Kinda looks the business, though, doesn't it?
There can be only one.
Therefore, I volunteer to shave mine off on the first.
Who's impressed? No one? Yeah. Awesome.
I doubt there's going to be a whole lot of improvement in the asymmetrical, patchy, scraggly mess that has sprouted up across my face over the past three and a half weeks, but we'll see what five more days can do.
I need to shave this thing off before I get a hankerin' to start up a militia.
Got Guinness?
Okay, with any luck this'll be the last cell-phone-in-a-bar shot. There was more light this time, but there was too much. I doctored up the photograph, so I guess the AP won't be using it.
Is this just the beginning?
Hair Level: Beard-elle
Notes: So here's what I've been thinking for some time. What if I could get people to give me money to grow my hair and/or beard. Well, maybe HoNoToGroABeMo is the jump start to the whole thing. Let's see what you guys say.
How much would you pay for me to continue growing this thing indefinitely? Here's the scheme I have in mind. I set up a site and paypal account and each week that I receive a certain amount of money I don't shave. All the money goes to charity. I'm thinking for the first month or two I would do something like $10 per week to keep me going and then up the ante as the months go by.
Well, would you contribute (and would you help with site design to make my life easier if there is interest)? I already have a blog and email called Hairathon that I've never used just in case I decided to do this thing some day.
Hellooooo!!
I want to hear that song :-D
Yeeeehaw!
I'm writin' a country song all about how my beard left me, my wife broke down, and the truck got fleas.
Or somethin'.
Aw, hell, it don't matter none, just so long as it's got a beat you can line dance to and y'all can mumble along with the chorus.
Huge...tracts of land!
As the flash of the camera clearly reveals, there is a reason beyond mere itchiness that I do not typically allow the hair upon the front of my neck to go unshorn for more than a day or three at a time. While there is certainly the makings of a fine beard there, I suspect it would take several transplants, a topical cream and one or more lifetimes to see it actually grow.
It's a family beard.
Hair Level: Beard-ish
Notes: Today is family day. I got to enjoy a lovely holiday musical performance at my son's daycare. Not a child over 3 involved. Quite nice, but it seemed that my son was drawn to the comfort of my beard and refused to leave my lap. To commemmorate the experience I have enlisted him in today's picture, sitting in my lap, with chocolate from the cookies they had still smeared on his face. How it got on his forehead only God knows.
Even though I'm working... it's feeling like a lazy day. Perhaps because many in the office are out for this week's holiday.
WERDZ
I am teh NaNo zombie.
I have no words left. Sorry. Picture only.
Again.
Do you see them? Do you see the white hairs?
Hair Level: Beard-esque?
Notes: I have discovered something unnerving this weekend. I think perhaps I do not, as previously discussed, have an issue wherein I need my beard to fill out. Upon closer inspection this weekend I discovered that my beard is, in fact, infested with a scattering of diabolical white hairs. Perhaps I have arrived at this beard growing elective too late in my course through this life. Am I too old to be bearded? I wouldn't have thought so, at 29, but it seems it may be so.
Or maybe I'll just bleach the whole thing and dye it red. That would be awesome.
Countdown to shave...
...and then I can shave!! Woohoo!
You can't see it but my beard is totally filling in nicely.
I totally suck at this updating my picture thing.
But here I am at BW3 BW2 enjoying the Browns getting beaten.
*snore*
Hair Level: Just fine, thank you.
Notes: Okay, so I forgot to get a pic yesterday and I'm cheating by snapping one first thing today (day 23). You'll get another update this evening at the usual time to make up for it. Meanwhile, it is worth noting that in this picture you can find me listening to Atomic Array and wearing my Geeklabel Radio shirt...remember Geeklabel Radio?
This is as close as you want to get. Actually, this is probably far, far closer than you want to get.
I have dropped a number of balls in the last couple of days, and photographing my beard is one of them. I think it's safe to say that my face could benefit from the "flood fill" feature of most computer-assisted drawing applications.
It is not pretty.
Recording with Kris and David on The Secret Lair.
The original still lives and plots against Overlords Johnson and Miller.
While my clone was tossed into the leper pit, I, the original, survived and am posting late/early.