You see, on Sundays, I work very early in the morning. So, I wake up, shower, then take my picture:
I then email the picture to myself, and go to work.
Oh, my work. My job consists of two modes. First (and most common), is slow as death do nothing for hours on end. Nothing. The second mode is HOLY FUCKING SHIT THE PLANET IS CRUMBLING RUN!!! There is no middle ground. Sunday mornings always fall under the latter category, and it usually lasts for about four hours. So, after I save the planet (for the 364th time), I finally get to eat something, and then, I check my online shit. Facebook, Reddit, Blog.
How's that for breathtaking blog content.
goddamn I hate Sundays.
However, it affords me one opportunity. Due to my job, I have to attend church. It's weird, but, I do. I am an atheist, but not an angry one (in fact I have met very few hostile atheists), and I love to learn about religions and philosophies. I love community spirit and good debates. Church, all in all, is an okay experience for me (minus the occasional person who thinks I am shit because I am not religious). Today, in church, one of the folks noticed my beard.
"Letting the beard grow huh?"
"Yeah, it's this thing I'm doing?"
"What, like, keeping your head warm in the winter?"
"No, actually, I am doing it to try to raise money for charity."
"You?"
"Yeah, me. Why?"
"Well, I just figured your kind of people didn't do that stuff."
"Apparently we do."
"Apparently."
They walked away at that point. This happened.
Anywho, if you, anonymous church goer, felt the desire to google my quest and I, and by some divine miracle stumbled upon this blog, and, specifically, entry, this is what I am trying to do.
