Brocember blog day 25: Twas early morning Christmas and all through the land not a creature was peeping not even a quack because they all knew Jay and Silent Bob had come to strike back. They struck on the homeless they struck on the Jews. They struck on the church bathrooms and even the pews. They struck on old Krampus who was a little laconic to be beaten so bad by Bluntman and Chronic. They struck on the dishes the struck on the walls they struck on the fishes and that old Cockknokkers Balls. They struck on St. Nick who should have been dead, asleep in his lovely carbonite bed.They struck on the Ewoks who squealed with glee. The struck on The Hut named Java and then me. I said now whoa wait. You shouldn’t strike me. I brought you into this story so isn’t it weird that you would strike me and my christmas beard. So they struck down the chimney the struck down the door they struck down Kim Il Sung’s mother, that whore. They struck down a lunch lady for making them eat kung pao and then Obama and Harper Netanyahu Putin and Mao. They struck all the kids houses in one single flight then from the afar you could hear Snoochie Bootches to all and to all a good night.
Well its finally here. A whole year of beard. 52 weeks of follicle fantasy. 12 months of twisted whiskers. All culminating to this one point in time. Yesterday a friend of mine complimented me on my beard and said he was quite jealous. Which made my year, for him and his brother are known for growing quite luscious beards. Of course all that pride came to an end while my brother came to visit this afternoon.
As you can see my beard still pales in comparison to his massive face muff, (and he just shaved yesterday.)
So now what? Do I face dejection of in-superiority and shave my face in shame or do I embrace what I have grown and build off of it? Before I answer that question I have to do a little retrospection. A beard in review so to speak.
I started this beard as a parody to Movember and that has opened the door for the Ausies to steal my month and rename it Decembeard, where they are raising money for bowel cancer, (fitting actually.) It has been an interesting year non-the-less, I’ve been through mountains of madness that almost ended my life as I know it, watched hipsters hijack a fashion trend that pushed beards to the brink of blasphemy, I dealt with my own inner demons as well as the worlds outer demons and now on the brink of another Brocember I ask do I shave my beard? How could I when I know Santa is still out there torturing and corrupting young elves. So I say Nay. This Brocember the Beard must go on!
Forgive me if my content is slightly dated, I’m trying to distance myself from the hipsters. A lot has gone on since my last blog post. I crawled back from dark side to find myself back in the mountains of coastal BC. The madness was strong but the mountain air has cleansed me of shear insanity.
I learned how to survive out here when supplies are low and wifi is shoddy. Thanks to incredibeard I’ll never be without dishes again.
I also learned that you can’t live on happiness alone. (That sentence is much funnier if read with a French accent.) No matter how much joy you bring others some times happiness is not enough (*snicker, sorry I’ve been away from my lady for some time now.) I’m trying to give props to the late great Robin Williams. If there was ever a better beard in any of his oft shaven rolls, Jumanji takes the cake. Though even the fan favorite Genie sports a quaint gotee. His bout with depression hidden by an array of fake smiles and a bowl full of ramen noodles, I mean laughs, left us all shocked. But his hidden illness enriched our lives and filled our hearts. And sometimes a growing heart is more important than growing a beard.
Rest in peace Robin
Thanks and cheers
It’s been over nine months since I shaved. That’s like growing a baby on your face except I’m less sweaty and better looking. It is time now to be delivered from the dark side.
No new art from me but here are a few from a occasionally bearded fellow artist Tom Dean.
I’ve anyone reads this please help. Carl has gone raving mad. I tried to shear him off but to no avail. I suggest strategic military opps. I’ll keep you updated if I can.
The beard has developed a mind of its own. I’m not sure if it is safe to type th