Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

Fuck you Transformers and whatever other movies are coming out this year that are supposed to be big and awesome. No, fuck those movies. This! This is going to be the greatest thing ever put on film.



Who's gonna see it with me?

Just Close Your Eyes and Sing It Out Loud

This blog just got real. This is the type of video that makes me love Youtube. A great song mixed in with pictures of Native Americans. What could be better?




Oh right, nothing.

R.I.P. My Beard Oct. 2008- March 2009

So I shaved off my beard tonight. I had been planning on doing so for the past week, but I was a bit busy/lazy. I just woke up one day and while brushing my teeth and starring at it in the mirror, I decided it was time to go. It was the longest I ever kept a beard in tact, and it was pretty awesome, sort of. Anyway, it's sad to see it go. Hopefully I didn't clog up the pipes in my bathroom, because it looked like I shaved a yeti in my bathroom. I figured I would document the longest, most annoying shave ever in picture form and share it with you fine people. I absolutely hated shaving, but not enough to never grow a beard again. Well, I might actually just never shave it once it returns, but that's an issue for another day.



I guess this is what they call a before picture. And yes, I'm wearing 3-D glasses over my regular ones. I was shaving and thought perhaps the tiny hairs would appear to pop out and be easier to shave with them on. Also, yes, I'm wearing them in every picture.





Part of one side shaved off a bit.



And a side view. I opted to keep the pointy shape while tidying up because why not?



Both sides now gone.



Closer view of that side.



Ah ha! I forget what this thing is called, and it didn't really work out too well because I can't grow a mustache, but I tried.



Closer look from this side.



And from the other side. I think these last two really give you a nice view of the fade that my pathetic mustache sets up because that fucker just won't darken up. Also, I really couldn't get the width or shape down on these. That was probably the most disheartening thing about shaving. I couldn't even manage to properly make these fucking things, and every redneck in the country has them. I felt like a huge loser. Oh well.



Just a mustache, standing all alone in all its horrible, girly, pathetic glory. Man, I hate my mustache.



Well, yeah. This was kind of inevitable, no?



And the final product. At this point I changed shirts, locations and mood. It went from "Hey, I'm shaving!" to "Hey, I hate my face without any hair on it?" In the words of many a member of the Bluth family, "I've made a huge mistake."