Thursday, September 13, 2007

End of Another Era

This is what happens when all I have to think about is the re-model. We end up with a post full of pictures of me having shaved off my beard. I’m not really hurting for content, but I’m just having a hard time thinking about anything else but the state of the house.

Though, truth be told, The Beard (it really does have a life of its own) has been bugging the crap out of me and I’ve been wanting to shave it off. I think (and most people tend to agree) that I look better with a beard than without, but if you can believe it, I have a hard time sleeping when I have a beard. Like most people, sleep is very important to me, much as breathing or screwing up the country is to the current administration. Even when The Beard is past the “poke-y” stage and is soft and sort of sponge-y, it still bugs me when my head hits the pillow. Plus, I have sensitive skin. And don’t get me started about my “t-zone” because otherwise we’ll be here for hours.

And I’m very particular about how my head hits the pillow. Yes, I am one of those people who has to have the perfect pillow or I can’t sleep well. You may commence rolling your eyes at me now.

Anyway, here is a shot of me, pre-shaving:


There are many gay guys who think I’m hot stuff with the full beard. Reha, however, just asked, “So what’s your plan with this whole beard thing? Because if you are serious about achieving that whole ZZ Top look, I’m not going to be able to go out in public with you.”

The look of the Amish is the new black this Fall Season.

Carrie said, “You. Look. Horrible.”

I think I look like a happy version of Brigham Young here. And we all know what a party animal he was!

I was told to keep shaving immediately after this was taken.

Now we can tell that I really have nothing to lose. The half-goatee/half mutton chops look.

Not a good look.


I once had a sales weenie who had a look remarkably similar to what I am sporting here try and up-sell me a cell phone plan. Gag me with a 2x4.

From Bad to Even Worser

No words for this.


Can’t. Look. Away. So very hideous, but so compelling. Like watching a train wreck. Or NASCAR.

How I normally look.

Looking off into the distance, somewhat confused and somewhat intrigued. Befuddled, basically.

OK, now I miss the beard.

Gonna go dig out all the “pieces” from the bathroom trash can and see if I can’t glue them back on.

And lest we think I’m merely repeating myself, last time I did this, I did it completely differently.

Jon scribbled this mess on 09/13/07 at 12:02 AM, best we can tell it fits in the category of Photos Regular Post. This many folks had something to say about that, The permanent home of this entry is here: Link

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