by brendan on 11/15/2009

I’ve been working from home for two weeks now. Since I am no longer bound by the same dress code and personal appearance policy that I was in the office, I made the easy choice to go with jeans and a t-shirt while working. I also made the choice to stop shaving, and see what madness I could cultivate on my face. Apparently I’m about 14 years old, since what I was able to muster in just over two weeks wasn’t much.

I shaved it all off last night, but I took some pictures before I did, of course:
“Facial Hair” Set on Flickr

A word of advice to any other hard-growers out there who are thinking about taking the plunge; don’t set foot in a mall until you’re rockin’ the finished product. If you are still in “grow” phase then you’ll find that there are no shortage of high school kids with more mature facial hair than you, and another group of HS kids whose wimpy facial hair looks exactly like yours. It doesn’t help you feel like you’ve really made any progress. Besides, is cheaper and easier than malls are anyway…

There are 4 comments in this article:

  1. 11/17/2009ochophosphate says:

    oh that's not that bad. I was expecting to see some splotchy hick-hair… maybe a crustache.

    Looks like you could pull it off if you gave it some time.

    I'm currently rocking a pair of serious mutton-chops (thick, running to the corner of my mouth) that I have to keep until after Christmas so I can terrify my family when I go home.

    Plenty of beauts over here –

  2. 11/18/2009X-Factor  says:

    This is hysterical and awesome. While reading I was hoping that there would be photos and that they'd be terrible. Only slightly sad that they aren't.

  3. 11/18/2009brendan says:

    Speaking of mustaches…

    I was in line to check in at the Portland airport and I see this guy across the way with a bag cart that's gotta have 15 bags on it. The guy is dressed in all black, with recspecs style glasses on that just scream "I dare you to not stare at me". A few minutes later I realize he and his mountain of bags are behind me, so I try to nonchalantly get a better look. I figure he's a roadie or he works for some sort of sports team. Then the bag cart moves to expose film director Morgan Spurlock standing behind it. He's on the phone, talking not so quietly about a show that he won't lose sleep over if it gets cancelled (since it's not "his baby"), and of course he sees me staring at him. I fake like I was staring at somebody behind him, but I don't think he fell for it.

    That guy can rock a horseshoe mustache. He's also tall, much taller in person that I expected him to be.

  4. 11/18/2009Courtney V. says:

    Ummm… that is GREAT! Completely laughed out out when the picture loaded.

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