... the only method I have to feel something growing within me (and, indeed, without me) is to try to force hair to emerge from my face. So, as is my right (and, indeed, my duty) as a man, I have been deliberately (as opposed to lazily) not-shaving for two and a half weeks. The result is less than impressive.
However, rather than the exquisitely sculpted goatee I had dreamed about since I was a small child, I appear to have constructed a patchy mess of itchy fur, the like of which would not look out of place on a twelve-year-old's lip. In addition (as with all previous times I have attempted to construct a natural facial covering), I have been the object of ridicule amongst friends and co-workers, and yea, even amongst the common men and women on the street.
This post is simply an affirmation that I will not be swayed from my epic task, that I shall not falter, even in the face of such overwhelming condemnation, that I shall continue to refrain from shaving-related activity for at least one more week. I shall also continue to use inappropriately flowery language (and excessive parenthesising) when blogging.
In celebration, then of this resolution, I give you three links and a photo, which is to say: two web comics, a tshirt and a distressing visage:
Dinosaur comics inspiration.
Dinosaur comics t-shirt.
Penny Arcade comic.
Also, yes, I bought a headset. And no, I have no one to talk to on it.
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