Beard
Almost three years ago I let my facial hair grow for a couple weeks to see if it could, through some previously unseen alchemy, produce a beard. You can follow that experience along
here. It was a simpler time, back when I was somehow better at both Photoshop and the decency that allowed me not to post photos of myself on the internet.
Short summary: No, no I could not grow a beard.
This year, with a couple of weeks between a moment of bored despair and the semester beginning, I decided to try again. Here's as good as it got.
The Aubrey Beardlessly
So not good. Better than before--it was prickly, at least--but still worse than guys I knew in middle school. That said, I could at least shave it into some nearly acceptable facial hair configurations.
The Walter Notquite
The Muske-tears
The Billy D-Minus Williams
The Ask for ID
Who am I kidding, none of those are acceptable. My apologies to everyone who had to look at me for the past two weeks. So pretty much just you, Taco Truck Lady.