30 November 2011 - The End

Well, that's a wrap folks. I may have drifted off on the posts here at the end, but I've stuck with the beard and here it is in all is follicular glory. Thanks to everyone who has donated to the cause, not just for my beard but to all of my hairy brethren. Anyone who is the proud owner (or lover) of a pair of boobs thanks you as well, I'm sure.

Have a great holiday season, and see you next year!

21 November 2011

...and a powerful ally it is!

Life creates it, makes it grow.

Its energy surrounds us and binds us.

Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter.

You must feel the Beard around you.

(Yes, I am playing with my son's Star Wars Force Trainer. It converts Delta waves from your dome and translates it to a fan that keeps a ball suspended in the tube you see on the right. Great for practicing focus and concentration, and generally feeling like a Jedi badass.)

17 November 2011

It occurs to me that this yearly ritual is not unlike the storied hockey tradition of growing a "playoff beard."

For those who don't know, it is a fairly common practice in the National Hockey League for players to stop shaving once their team begins competing in the Stanley Cup playoffs. They retain their growth until their team is either eliminated or wins the Stanley Cup. After originating with the New York Islanders dynasty of the 1980's, the tradition has spread to other sports.

We might not be pro athletes, but we're growing for a great cause, men!

16 November 2011

It's rainy today in Western Massachusetts.

The only good thing about rain is that it gives me an opportunity to wear sinister looking hoods in public.

Beard is coming along nicely, though. It says "this burly guy in the hooded raincoat is brimming with testosterone, and you should give him room as he passes you on the sidewalk."

14 November 2011

We're halfway through the month. Still less than halfway to our fundraising goal.

What're you standing around for? Don't you like boobs? DONATE! If you don't like my luxurious whiskers, you're bound to love those of at least one of my bearded brothers.

P.S. - Happy Frakkin' Birthday to our brother-in-beards, WannesV!

11 November 2011

Got a contract to do some software development this month, so I'm coding. Got my Gunnars out and my newly ventilated cranium cooking! I'm going to go ahead and claim that my beard is also helping; the increased surface area works as a heat sink for my high-speed Code-Fu!

Going nearly bald seems to have earned me some new donations! Keep it coming; let's save some boobies!

10 November 2011

Got thoroughly sick of the shaggy mane I was sporting for months and decided to follow Wannes' "EXTREME HAIRCUTTING" example. It is interesting that my nearly-bald dome resembles a large, shiny boob; it is a reminder to me of what we're eschewing our razors for.

Also, I'm hoping a slicker look will help in the sponsorship department. *hint, hint*

7 November 2011

Forgot to post a pic yesterday in all the time-shift confusion.

Ever try writing a short story only to have it turn into a time travel memoir and then your memories keep changing and now you don't exi...

(shamelessly stolen from R. Stevens of Diesel Sweeties fame)

5 November 2011

"Everything is proceeding as I have foreseen." - Darth Valthonis

Alternately: "Nulla e reale; tutto e lecito. Requiescat in pace." - Valthonis Auditorre da Firenze, Master Assassin

4 November 2011

So. About me...

I'm a freelance designer and software engineer. I also write occasionally for my hockey analysis blog, Clutch Faceoff. I've been married to my wonderful wife for seven years. We have a six year old boy together who will, probably to his future chagrin, inherit my overzealous facial follicles.

Like many straight men, I've been obsessed with breasts since childhood. That simple obsession turned into a respectful passion as a number of family members and friends developed breast cancer over the years. I've been amazingly fortunate in that I haven't lost anyone to the disease, but many of the survivors I know parted with a breast or two in order stick around.

I'd love to see a day where no one (or their loved ones) have to endure the stress and fear of breast cancer. If growing a luxurious beard can help further that goal, I'm only too happy to do so.