So this is it. Thirty days, and this is what I've got. Morgan Spurlock can highlight the insanity of our entire culture in thirty days, and I can sort of grow something that can charitably be called a beard.

Previously, on Mad Men ...

Well, the good news is that it's not itching anymore (the beard; get your mind out of the gutter). The bad news is that the patch on my chin that keeps me from growing a goatee still refuses to grow. Dammit.

Hey Jeff Greiner, check THIS beard out!

Hey hey hey, kids! Check it out! That right there is some genuine Bostonian sortofbeard! Yay!

Hey, that's some facial hair, sort of, kinda! Nice! BRING IT!!!

Hey look! Hair!

Look out ladies, you're not ready for this level of bearded hotness. Oh yeah. What can I say, this is what happens when you mix Irish, Italian, English, and German heritage into one guy. You get a really confused beard. So support sort-of-multiculturalism, and support this beard! Yiz know you want to!

Coming up on a week, and I now have three days' growth! Yay! Back off ladies. Control yourselves!

Tell Elwood to gas up the Dodge.

The band, Elwood! The band! We're getting the band back together!

Faint but getting stronger

Hey, look at that! It's stubble! No, don't all look at once! You'll scare it away. It's just the right length though. Good for scratchin' but not too itchy yet.

Took this last night before bed. Freshly shaved. Goodbye, sweet Gillette!