In need of a trim, or perhaps a few transplants
Okay, I know what you're saying. I'm not a day late, I'm two days late. But to that I say a hearty, "Nuh uh!" because I took this picture on the 1st. I just didn't have time to post it until now.
Here is (plus a day or so) my 30-day, mostly-untrimmed, still-spotty beard growth. Despite the scraggly and spotty, I'm pretty happy with it and am going to see what a second month will bring. I'll post a picture now and again as the weeks go by, assuming I remember.
If all goes well, I think I'll keep this bad boy until the thaw, and shave it off with a machete (or a Norelco) when I'm not using it to keep my face warm while I do man stuff outside like kill grizzly bears or build cabins or scrape ice off my car.
And yeah, I'll be back next year.
Oh Canada, I'll Sand a guard for me!
I mention that because it was the best part of the game.
But anyway, here I am being all not-watching-the-game.
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.
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.
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.
WTF is up with those cheeks?
Day 17
We have been on this trail for a week now, and I fear we are no closer to the elusive "Beard" that we seek. There are rumblings in our party that maybe it does not even exist.
Things are hard for us all, down to no rations and carrying extra equipment because, 3 days back, we had to eat our mule, Guiseppe. The entire expedition is despondent, especially Paco. But, as we drew straws this morning and he was the short one, we're eating him next. I'd be despondent too.
Today, I'm highlighting the main reason I have not ever successfully grown a beard in the past. I call it the Reverse Fu Manchu, and it is not a sexual position or marital arts move. It is in fact a set of near-hairless, near-vertical lines down my face.
The picture did not do them justice, so I have circled the areas that I am talking about. Go Inkscape!
Your... oh let's call it a beard... smells funny.
Some day my beard will be as full and lush as this little guy's.
My internet is back, so I should be posting these daily again through the end of the month.
In fact, it has grown enough to raise my animal magnetism to a whole new level.
Frickin' gargoyles. I hate 'em.
I figure I'll take one picture a week with a ruler to show how poorly my beard is growing.
I pushed the ruler in a bit but if I had to guess I'd say 3mm average. By the end of the month, then, I could be at 12mm or a MASSIVE half inch!