After 44 days of growth my beard saw the sun in Maine for the first time since it was four weeks old. I may be exaggerating, but Thursday and Friday were the first consecutive sunny days since May. Rejoice! After a short week of trail work my beard took to the paintball fields for the first time ever, with battle scars to prove it.
This is my beard in an admittedly staged photo opportunity with paintball paint all over my beard; I was not shot in the beard. And it's not really paint, apparently it's a non-toxic soap concoction. 
This is my beard after three hours of paintball. Please note the third nipple.
This is my beard holding the king piece to a strange Norwegian lawn game called Kuub, which involves throwing wooden batons to knock over wooden blocks. My beard is consistently a winner at Kuub and is considering joining a professional Kuub league in Norway, if such a thing exists.
The guest beard of the week is one Michael Ferry. Michael is from Indiana, and went to school at Marquette, making our beards bitter sports rivals. Michael enjoys reading poetry, cooking, and trying to keep up with his fantasy baseball team while working in the middle of nowhere. Michael currently has a fancy trimmed beard because he recently had a goatee, a poor choice that he realized soon after growing it. Quotes of the week:
"The word for this site will be deliberacy." - Rob, talking about our new work site, which is about as steep as it gets as. We are operating at a 2:1 ratio of rocks found to rocks lost rolling down the mountain taking out everything in their path. Note: deliberacy is not a word.
"'So I went to get into bed with my boots on and she asked me why I had my boots on, so I said, if I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die with my boots on.'" - Rob retelling an anecdote his father told him about his sex-life.
"Seemingly inanimate objects are actually bristling with spite. Don't let them fool you." - Rob, discussing the tarp we use to cover our eating area, specifically how it always manages to dump excess rain water on our heads.
This week my beard is feeling:
Exulted
From Burr:
ReplyDeleteAha! Hamilton!! Stay down begga, it wont hurt as much. And stop making those god-awful sounds you ninny. Yes, yes, youre beard looks fine. Ill make sure the Kindred Coroner trims it up fine; youll look regal on the ten..... "Hamilton collapsed immediately, dropping the pistol involuntarily, and Burr moved toward Hamilton in a speechless manner (which Pendleton deemed to be indicative of regret) before being hustled away behind an umbrella by Van Ness because Hosack and the rowers were already approaching."
...What does Pendleton know?