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Baldfaced Bob

I haven’t shaved at all, I mean not even maintenance work, etc, since Nov. 1st.  While I don’t mind it on a daily basis, it’s been playing on my psyche, I think.  On 2 occasions, I’ve had dreams that suddenly I’ve been clean shaven, and it scares me.  It takes me a bit to realize it’s a dream and that I still have my beard.  Last night’s dream left me with just a mustache (I like to spell it moustache, for some reason – I think that should be the official spelling).  I have no idea why I’m having these dreams and the whole situation seems pretty weird to me.

Other than that, I’ve got another week before I bottle my beer.  I want to get a swamp heater/chiller going so I can better control the temperature of my bottles and my fermenters.  I think that would help more with quality control purposes.

I got a new cap, a black New Era Montreal Expos hat, it looks like this:
Since they don’t make a black Detroit Tigers hat with a white D (or at least not one I can find easily), I decided to go with a defunct franchise (the Expos eventually migrated to Washington DC where they’re known as the Nationals, FYI).  The only problem is, I paid quite a bit of cash for this hat, and it has a glaring imperfection.  The MLB logo on the back of the hat is crooked, not parallel to the bottom of the hat, and it’s off center.  It’s not terribly noticeable, but like I said, I paid a decent amount of money for the hat and I want it to be as advertised, not some crooked shit.  New Era’s support says they’ll get back to you in 24 hours but it’s been 5 days and I haven’t heard shit about it.  And I ordered it directly from them, not from some fly by night two-bit operation – unless New Era is actually a fly by night two-bit operation, of course.


Been feeling really uncreative lately.  Feels like I can’t come up with original good idea.  Sucks.

The beard is growing in good, but it seems like it’s taking it’s damn sweet time.

Kinda feeling down in the dumps.

Only dancing can help at this point

A new beginning

Since last we spoke, I have started anew.

I’ve had facial hair of some sort for the past 10 years at least, and if I’ve gone clean shaven, I’ve immediately grown it back.  This is no exception.

Yes, I’ve shaved my beard.

If you know me or you’ve read of my beard exploits in the past, you may be asking “why did you do this?”   The answer… The Whiskerino, and part of the rules were that you go clean shaven on November 1st.  I accommodated this request in order to take part in the festivities.

If you’d like to follow my new beard growth, you can check me out here.

Funny story, I was in Grand Rapids on the day of the sign ups.  I told a lot of my friends about it because I think seeing all my friends growing these beards would be pretty fun.  The sign ups started at noon and I was babysitting my niece and nephews waiting for my sister in law to come home.  Katie and I left their house at 1pm and as soon as I got home, I shaved off my beard and took pictures to prove that I was clean shaven.  I went downstairs to sign up and I got a message that the registration process was over.  Needless to say I wasn’t happy.  I hadn’t shaved for years and now I looked like a big turd and couldn’t even take part in the fun.

Thankfully I was able to email the organizer and he sent me an invitation for the site, and the rest is what they call history.

Coffee and Burritos for Breakfast

I wish this guy would just shut up and go away.  The same guy told me “I only eat one meal a day, when I go home for dinner”, then the next day he goes down to the lunchroom and buys some slop from the shit on a shingle wagon and shovels gruel into his mangled craw for the next 20 minutes, slurping and savoring every single globule that he’s plopping down his cro-magnon gullet.

I once saw him walking through the downtown route I drive to work each morning.  I thought about stopping and asking if he needed a ride, but instead I just crouched down in my car, hoping he wouldn’t recognize me.  When I got in that day, the dude that sits next to me said he had to go leave and pick this guy up.  That was a highlight of the day.

I wanted to mark down this day.  I’m growing my beard back out, and within the last week I had to start brushing it or else it will get too out of control.   I haven’t shaved since November 1st.  The other anecdote about the gullet and such are just gravy.

a quick update

Ok, well I just decided to check out my livejournal before I wrote a review for the potentially awesome, but ultimately disappointing film 2019 After the Fall of New York.

There are a lot of fucking posts that I haven’t read.  I’ve been slacking and needed to check in more biweekly.

Also, to satiate you all who are captively reading this compelling and oh so interesting entry, I’ve attached Jeff Mangum – from Neutral Milk Hotel – explaining the World of Wild Beards.  Enjoy.

[audio:World of wild beards story.mp3]

It’s getting close..

I think my relationship with this beard is coming to a close.  It’s pretty long now.  It’s looking pretty unmanagable.  I want to keep it until my birthday, which is in a little over 3 weeks away.  It’s going to take a lot for me to keep it until then, and I don’t know if I can do it.  At this point, it’s almost worthless to comb it, and it has a mind of it’s own.  I’ve been looking unsucessfully to find something to put in it to bet it a little more under control.

I might not even recognize myself without it, I’ve had it for so long.