I decided I did not have time for NaNoWriMo this year. Too intense, too much work. This year, I’m going to join the ranks of my fellow passive underachievers during How Not To Grow A Beard Month, or HoNoToGroABeMo for short.

This is the brain child of Kris Johnson, a mild mannered fellow who farms a small plot of land in one of the flyover states…Indiana, or Pennsylvania, I believe. He started it last year when he decided, in defiance of generations of Finnish genetic heritage, not to shave for a month. This was the final result. “Henceforth,” he declared, “let the eleventh month be a time of contemplation, when, razor free, all men shall attempt to get scruffy and look like Chuck Norris on a bad day.”1

And so, in a fit of solidarity, I shaved off my hard-earned whiskers. (Before, after) This month, I’ll be joining some of my friends as we see what happens when we allow ourselves to get funky wi’ the facial hair. Or lack thereof. Take your pick.

I’ll be posting pictures regularly. No…wait…come back. They’ll be small. There, there…stop trembling. It’ll be alright.

Oh, brave new world that has such things in it.

It’s cold in here.

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  1. I’m paraphrasing, of course.[back]