Sick kitty

This is two-thirds of a beard.

And that is one-half of a cat.

Poor Juliet has lung cancer and has lost more than half her body weight in the last six months. I'm afraid she doesn't have much more time, so I wanted to get a shot with her.

It's important to learn to correctly frame your photographs

Day nineteen

Found a crab on the beach. Ate it raw.

Don't look it in the eyes.

Getting kind of shaggy, but not really any fuller.

I may need to get the clippers out soon.

Skullcap, yo. The Alternate Routes opened for Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers on one of their tours. They were pretty good and would only take $5 for their EP, so I bought a beanie, too. Support independent music!

Very little change to report. I'm rather deficient in the handlebar area, unfortunately. That was true the last time I grew it out as well. I've got all kinds of unwanted hair sprouting in other places, but my hope that it would fill the handlebars in was obviously misplaced.

What is it with red hair in the beard? KJToo has mentioned his growing red and mine is very red, too, even though I don't have a lot of red on my head.

Even more alarming, though, is the small bundle of white on my chin.

That's just bullshit.

Pondering thoughts shallow

I've spent all weekend writing for NaNo and I'm all out of words.

So without further ado, here's a picture of my beard.

Happy halfway point, partner.

Fifteen days of growth.

I speak not just of my beard, or that of any of the fine gentlemen competing here.

No, I say we have all grown as people and, yes, as men.

To truly know himself, said a wise man never, a man must know his beard. He must face the scratch, he must endure the wisecracks of friends and lovers, he must embrace the Grizzly Adams within himself.

Having done that, I think we all can truly look our fellow man in the eye, confident that we are manly men. Some of us for the first time.

What you say!?

How are you gentlemen?

All your scruff are belong to us.

You have no chance to shave make your time.

Ha ha ha ha.

I make teh crazy eyes.

“But you have to understand, my beard is so nasty. I mean, it's the only beard in the history of Western civilization that makes Bob Dylan's beard look good.”

--Bill Walton

This guy may be a little bit of a nerd.

Look, ma, I've got a beard!

Writer's block Bob is sad.

Day eleven.

A bird came to my window today. It was stupid.

But when I thought about it, I realized everything was stupid.

Especially me.

And this beard.