Another Dream Down the Drain
Well, three weeks into my expected decades-long bid to compete in the World Beard Championships, I groomed.
A video I once made while bored in Vermont surfaced over at Virgil's, and somehow, when the missus saw it, she deemed me to be quite attractive with an uncovered face, even when said face is behaving ridiculously.
There's no telling what some girls find attractive...
But the clipping (no shaving on my face, thank you very much) process was a fun one. First I gave myself mutton chops and a Van Dyke. Then I had the muttons, a soul patch, and some handlebars. Then just a 70's porn 'stache and the soul patch. And finally, at the missus' request, left only the soul patch (she couldn't take much more of the mustache look). Refusing to fall into the trap of having "ironic facial hair," I took off the soul patch. I'm of German descent. We're not famous for our soul, and a patch doesn't help.
Labels: beards
posted by Dan G @ 9:06 AM
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10 Comments:
Gunderman, I hope you took photos of all the hairy fun?
I'm hoping the exact same thing. And if you did, why aren't they on your site?
Thirded! The public has a right to know.
And a fourth. The two times I've shaved my beard since I grew it in College I had to document the process on film. I don't think I went through quite as many stages as you, though. My plan for next time (if there ever is a next time) is to completely shave smooth half of my face and leave the other have fully bearded, then walk around that way for awhile and freak people out.
Well, considering the photos were taken in mid-shave, i.e. while I was sans shirt, they will not be for public consumption. B&E hasn't reached those lows. Yet.
After all, for now, I'd like people to keep coming back.
Why don't you crop them so all we can see is your head?
Oh, Virgil (if that is indeed your name)... You like to think you have all the answers, don't you?
So it isn't just my husband that does weird shit like that when the beard must go?
Good to know.
I think it's irresponsible journalism to tell us that pictures exist but we can't see them. The web is not a "use your imagination" medium.
My face is like Abu Ghraib. You might get to see the photos three years after the abuse takes place.
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