Raw, animal magnetism. Or something.

[bodlon]

I will be the first to admit that I am a lazy shaver.

Given total freedom (and a reasonable electric beard trimmer, which I really should invest in at some point) I would be perfectly content to exist in a perpetual state of moderate scruff, possibly verging on slight beardliness if I'm feeling particularly distracted.

I am aware that this may not be an ideal grooming choice.

That I would quietly tumble into No-Shave November as a concept and (mostly*) quietly play with it, mainly just as an experiment, is sort of up there with water being wet in terms of surprise factor.

The net result is...well, to call it a little bit Teen Wolf really only gives me license to play with ridiculous costume teeth at 6 AM**.

And now I have 24 hours to decide what to do with this amusing face full of hair. Eviction? Landscaping? Who knows! It's like a world of possibilities! On my face!

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* I may have made jokes in a meeting about how the only thing I'm shaving this month is my back. People, this is why I cannot be allowed in public. Ever.

** Not that I strictly need permission for that sort of thing. I tend to wear horns when I'm using the exercise bike these days. I suppose we should all be grateful I didn't manage some sort of epic Freddie Mercury 'stache action. That would have required additional costuming. And a piano.

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[bodlon]

I'm usually somewhere in the sideburns and chin fuzz range, so this is kind of a step beyond.

But yeah, Mythbuster facial hair is just sort of a win in general. Well, the Hyneman could be a little terrifying, but otherwise...