No, it’s not SF.c’s anniversary, or even the anniversary of my adoption into the SF.c gang; it’s a far more important date. On this day my beard is one year of age.
Yes, it’s been hard, and like any relationship ours has gone through its share of rough patches, but we’re still together after a year. It’s remarkable. A lot of people said it would never work.
We’re here to celebrate my beard. It’s a fine beard, really; a little thin around the edges, but strong and upstanding, moral and virtuous, where it really counts. It’s SF.c’s mascot, remember, and only the finest of folicle growths could possibly represent this finest of blogs.
On the first of August, in 2008, I shaved for the last time, so on the second my beard was born. No, it did not spring, fully-formed, from my brow, as legend says. It did not drag with it, into its existence on this lower plane, brimstone and clouds of fury, as the Hindu tradition has it. It was truly an American dream story, starting with a lot of itching and ending, as ordained, with righteous patriarchal power. Some say I look like Jesus. It is only right.
For the edification of those unblessed with personal experience, I provide pictures, both before and after the ascension of my face:
That is all.
I specifically didn’t make a “we’ve been around for one year” post because I foresaw this one evening while scrying, and this is much more awesome.
You do have a distinctly Jesus-like look about you in that last picture, too.
BEARD. SQUEE!
The manly beard and Jesus look is a great improvement over the hat-wearing dandy figure you were cutting a year ago. Congratulations!
@Pontifus: It just shows the power of prophecy.
@TheKittyMeister: Yes.
@OwenS: I still dress that way when it’s cold or I’m doing something nice. That particular hat was my then-girlfriend’s, is all. Usually I wear bowlers, fedoras, or trilbies. I would link to a picture, but I think the spam filter’s eating it. Will twitpic it, I suppose.
I find this hard to believe (as per your recent Twitpic), but it’s like two different people! Really shocked. Damn. Now I want a beard of my own, too.
Can’t grow a beard to save my life. I’m envious.
Me either. I have to settle for a villainous goatee.
Yeah. The best I can do is peach fuzz that gets bushier. :/
Can’t grow facial hair to save my life.
/fixed.
*genuflecting*
I actually prefer the beardless Cuchlann. He reminded me of the good ole days of Culture Club and Karma Chameleon.
IN THAT FIRST PIC YOU LOOK LIKE LINKARA!
That’s amusing. I actually just started following Linkara’s Let’s Play recently. Though that provides no opportunity of seeing him for comparison, of course. But I saw him on Spoony and mean to check out his other stuff soon.