Yes. The long and much anticipated day has finally arrived. You would be hard pressed to find a happier person than me right now. It's like Christmas morning, sprinting down the stairs to find the Christmas tree buried with presents. You anxiously wait for your parents to wake up, sweat pouring down your face, so that there is a modicum of order. However, as is always the case, it's impossible to wait. You tear through the wrapping paper, a heaping tornado of color whipping around the air as you move from one present to the next, hardly cognizant of what you just opened. You know only one thing, this is pretty freaking great. And it was. And that's kind of what it's like when the day has finally arrived when your beard can bare the fruits of its labor. Actually, that analogy is really off, because it's nothing like opening a present on Christmas morning, but it could be kind of like opening a card on your birthday. Maybe.
Now, why is Homer's name evoked in the title? Well, that's kind of a tricky question. The reason, primarily, stems from my scruff sprouting like the wings of a bird, much like Homer's shaved-self, to his brown-shaded scruff self only moments later. That makes no sense whatsoever, but it will have to suffice. One of the things that will have to be broached going forward is the shape of my beard. One of the essential elements, though this can be corrected well after it begins, is the neck part. How far down your neck to you grow? Do you shave an inch below your jawline? Do you stop halfway between your jawline and where your neck starts? Do you go all the way to the neck/chin divide? Or finally, do you let it creep across that rubicon? For me, I generally tend to call a halt right where my neck crease meets the beginning of the chin. You'll see as the weeks progress, I promise. Once that decision has been made, it's all downhill.
Going forward, the intention, the honorable intention, will be to provide weekly updates of my beard-growing. There will likely be intermittent posts detailing my struggle with finding the appropriate cleansing agent, be it soap, conditioner or shampoo; the unforeseen bare spot that terribly renders the beard helpless; or pretty much any other mundane fascination.
Until then...Pic will be uploaded Friday morning for your viewing pleasure.
Now, why is Homer's name evoked in the title? Well, that's kind of a tricky question. The reason, primarily, stems from my scruff sprouting like the wings of a bird, much like Homer's shaved-self, to his brown-shaded scruff self only moments later. That makes no sense whatsoever, but it will have to suffice. One of the things that will have to be broached going forward is the shape of my beard. One of the essential elements, though this can be corrected well after it begins, is the neck part. How far down your neck to you grow? Do you shave an inch below your jawline? Do you stop halfway between your jawline and where your neck starts? Do you go all the way to the neck/chin divide? Or finally, do you let it creep across that rubicon? For me, I generally tend to call a halt right where my neck crease meets the beginning of the chin. You'll see as the weeks progress, I promise. Once that decision has been made, it's all downhill.
Going forward, the intention, the honorable intention, will be to provide weekly updates of my beard-growing. There will likely be intermittent posts detailing my struggle with finding the appropriate cleansing agent, be it soap, conditioner or shampoo; the unforeseen bare spot that terribly renders the beard helpless; or pretty much any other mundane fascination.
Until then...Pic will be uploaded Friday morning for your viewing pleasure.
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