happy new year!

it's frobuary 1, YOMHC 0x32!

not really a mohawk anymore except technically. if i wanted to be a jackass i could do it up all 70's punk style, but i missed the 70s without missing them, if you know what i mean, so i have no urge to embarrass myself thusly.

instead i embarrass myself by combing it all over to the side, looking like either hitler or gary oldman in the fifth element.

of course, i couldn't be mistaken for either of them with the 5 inches of braided beards sprouting from the sides of my chin. that's how i make sure people don't think i'm hitler returned.

the Captain has let it be known, though not in so many words, that i am carrying the weight of all of beardsdom upon my, er, chin. taking one for the team, as it were, growing the beards that dudes everywhere wished they had the life circumstances to allow them to grow.

they do have expiration dates, tho. the hairdo, on the other hand, is a keeper.