Thanks to everyone who donated and who participated this year. And here, at last, is my final photo.
Grog Like Dice and Smiles
Work crazy. No words. Look beard. *grunt*
So...it's going well so far. Even my co-workers have stopped taunting...OOO...SQUIRREL!
Ready for the adventure!
> GROW BEARD
If only it were that easy.
> TAKE PICTURE WITH LAPTOP
With an artificial shutter sound, your ugly mug is captured for all the world.
> UPLOAD PICTURE
Done.
> WRITE WITTY BLOG POST
You can try. Good luck with that.
MMMMM. BEEEEEEEEER.
It's beer o'clock!
That is all. You can see the beardage for yourself.
Java? Really? Crap.
Today finds me working from home, in Java, of all things. Hell.
Still...the beard, it is manly and coming in nicely.
There is also more white than I remember in it.
Hurm.
In the land of chin-dor, where the shadows lie...
You see that shadow? That's not shadow. That manhood, baby. That's grit. That's the stuff that strengthens gunfighters, keeps the commies at bay, and wins the land war in Asia. That's stubble. Glorious, rough, abrasive, itchy stubble.
And now, I need to go topple a Latin American dictator. Good day, and God Bless America.
"And all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair!"
Here, you see me working inside my office deep within The Secret Lair.
Normally, I do not look like this. Kris's new toy, which he claims will guarantee him a facial hair victory, was being activated down the hall.
Personally, I have my doubts. I don't care what kind of waste the Large Hadron Collider produces, rubbing the powdery stuff on your face and standing inside one of the Tesla Mark VII Quantum Uncertainty Field Generators cannot be good for you.
This picture was taken when the Mark VIIs were fired up. Note the distortion. I'm not sure what the screaming was all about, but I've sent some minions to check it out.
As for the beard, a healthy stubble is pushing its way out, like spring flowers or zombie hands from the earth. Slow but steady; total victory is assured.
I can haz NRG? plz?
I have the fortune, or perhaps the misfortune carrying the Satanberry (the support phone) this weekend. You see me here, after having been up since 4am, freshly returned from buying Pumpkin Spice coffee from my local bagel shoppe.
There should be more stubble. After a long night (or a very early morning), I deserve more stubble.
It is finished. I am one of the Beardless. I feel a breeze on my dimpled chin.
It is unsettling.