I got me some beard

I have had a couple of recent encounters with friends who haven't seen me in a while where I get this really funny holy-shit-dude-what's-up-with-the-beard reaction. Which, unfortunately, translates to "When did you decide to copy and paste your pubes from your hidden folder to your shared folder?" I could go on and on about the beard jokes if I want to but I guess you get the picture - I've grown a beard and people who haven't seen me in a while are having the time of their lives.

Let me just say, for the record, that I never intended to "grow a beard", per se. The exponential growth of my facial hair is, for the most part, one of the byproducts of my innate and unparalleled procrastination skills (one unshaven week led to another and now... walah!). And, even if the pubes on my face look terribly ugly and dirty - to say the least. I'm quite enamored of the fact that it is compensating quite well for my ever increasing receding hairline which, I think, is extremely awesome in ways that only a guy with an ever increasing receding hairline can truly understand (Meh).

So, how long am I going to keep this dreadful facial hair? Right now, I really don't have an answer. We'll see what happens in the coming months.

all this time and this is what I have to say

Right now, I'm in my room, crouched in front of my computer, writing a yet another insignificant blog post after a tiring week at work and having just finished a blog post (the post is in another blog, use your google-fu to find it) about how I managed to single handedly configure my old desktop to route packets into another device that surprisingly also does the exact same thing, which consequently, enabled me to connect to the internet and post this inexplicably long, unnecessary and grammatically incorrect sentence as an intro this post.

So, I'm thinking... beer?