The End.

Day Thirty: Thirty days has November.

And there we go folks. Thirty days without shaving.


Suck it Trebek.


All in all, I learned my beard is fluffy, that chicks dig it, and churchgoers won't talk to you. Now that I think about it, I'm not sure why I will be shaving it off tomorrow. Speaking of, this is not the last blog post here. Tomorrow will be, as I am still not allowed to shave until midnight. I am thinking of something fantastic to cap off this weird little journey that you and I have taken, and I hope that you will tune in tomorrow to check it out.

Donation-wise, I'm not entirely sure how I did, although between Facebook and Reddit (a fantastic community that I have been lucky enough to be a part of for a few years), I have had 37 people tell me they donated. A little more than one a day. Not fantastic by any means, but still, it was perhaps a little more than Amnesty International would have gotten otherwise, and I hope you are secure in the knowledge that it truly did go to some good. So thank you, denizens of the internet, you wily, wonderful and fucking weird people.

Of course , via this blog, there are still two days to make donations to Amnesty International and you can always donate to them (or any other charity) without this blog, which I strongly encourage you to do. People need you.

Again, thanks for hanging around for the past month, and I hope to see you just one last time tomorrow.

Day Twenty Nine: Bohemian Rhapsody...

...is stuck in my head right now. Not the whole song,mind you, just "thunder bolts and lightning,very very frightening...". Question: If he includes the fact that lightning is present, what the christ is a "thunder bolt"? maybe he brings it up because in this wild, 30 part harmony fever dream of his, there are both thunder bolts AND lightning present, as two separate, yet recognizable entities, causing his perception of reality to come crashing down altogther and in general, being very fucking frightening!?!



Galileo Galileo.

If you don't know, wikileaks is under a lot of fucking force to knock off their shit. I am of the opinion that the work they do is VITAL to a successful, free world, and so today, in a last minute twist, I ask you, nay, encourage you, nay, beg you, if you for whatever reason won't donate to Amnesty International, PLEASE help out Wikileaks.

Day Twenty Eight: My beard is Peacock Feathers.

I have noticed recently, within the last, say, week and a half, that my beard seems to be a people deterrent. Does it make me look grumpy?



Usually, I don't go very long without someone approaching me and speaking to me, but lately, outside of my family, people generally don't. My beard is peacock feathers. Maybe I will keep it. I like the silence it affords.

Amnesty International.

Day Twenty Seven: I totally forgot.

Between sleeping in after a hectic holiday, and other domestication things, I totally forgot to do my entry for today. Holy cow.

However, I did get a chance to swing over to see my friend Leif's photography gallery. From what I understand it was the first of four based on the elements, today's being "fire". I was thoroughly impressed, as was my youngest son who psycho-analyzed each and every photograph. Apparently the "photo guy" is obsessed with birds and waterfalls (keep in mind, the photos were abstract shots of fire) because they are both like having no gravity. Put into more adult terms, with connotations of weightlessness and freedom, he just might be right. Weird. Either way, if you are in the area, and you happen to read this sometime soon, swing on over to the Troy Shirt Factory in Glens Falls, on Cooper street and head up to the third floor. It's worth the time.

So, here is my rushed "oh shit my blog!" pic:




as always, remember that the main point of this blog is to raise awareness and funds for Amnesty International, and human rights organization who is fighting for millions of oppressed around the globe. you can check out their website here, or donate here.

Day Twenty Six: Black Friday

So, Black Friday is over. You spent how much money? Did you give some to the racist, homophobic, "christian" Salvation Army? Hopefully you saved it for a humanist organization completely without those issues, like, oh, I don't know, Amnesty International?

Anyway, It's been a long Holiday weekend thus far. Here's my beard.

Day Twenty Five: Happy Spanx-Giving.

Actually, once I thought about it, that is a fairly decent title. You know, eating, fat fat fatty, Spanx. It works. Brendan Frasier.



I've got shit to do.

Please, enjoy your meals, families, or what have you, but don't forget that there a millions around the world who cant. Please consider offering some assistance.