As I have never blogged before, I have no idea what I'm doing. If you are currently reading this, I'm sorry.

Some things to know about me:

1. I am not funny. Well, I like to think I'm funny, but most people don't catch on to my dry sense of humour.

2. This blog is going to be used as a repository of my inane ramblings, musings, and various brick-a-brak. You may find it informative; you may even find it entertaining, but probably not. Anyway, as such a repository, I will only post when I feel like it.

3. I am a conservative Christian who believes in the Constitution as written by the Founders of the United States of America. If you have a problem with any of that, I will probably end up offending you.

Monday, January 30, 2012

Scruffy-looking Nerf Herder

Star Wars has never really explained what a "nerf" is, nor why you would herd one.  However, I do know what scruffy-looking is, as that is what I have become of late.

Allow me to explain.

It's been about three years since I even attempted to grow a beard, and at that time found that it looked just horrible.  This is why I shave about every two days.  But last week, two of the girls at work were talking about how they thought I would look good with a beard.  I tried to explain to them that this wasn't a good idea, but they wouldn't hear me.  I got thinking about it, and figured that I may actually be able to grow one properly now.  Perhaps one of the influencing factors is the fact that I really like one of them.

Anyway, I haven't shaved since Saturday night last week, and so far, it seems to be coming in satisfactorily.  From about Tuesday to yesterday it was in the "Looks-Like-Crap" stage.  But today, it seems to have progressed out of that and into the "Bloody-H*@&-This-Bugger's-Itchy" stage.  I have to not scratch.  If I develop such a habit now, then I won't ever stop!  Give me another week and it should actually start looking OK.

On another, hardly related topic:
Today, when the girl I rather like saw me for the first time since making her recommendation, it came up in conversation how much I hate Singles Awareness Day.  I expect any reader of mine would know what that day is.  She asked why I hate it so much.  I said it's because I'm chronically single.  She scoffed and said, "I'm chronically single, too, but I like that day."  I didn't have the heart (or perhaps lack thereof) to tell her that she could solve that problem... for both of us.  Or perhaps mention that there's someone who is really interested in her who would have no objections to a serious relationship (... um, ME!).  But I didn't want to make her feel guilty or anything (we went on one date and she put me in the Friend Zone).  It could be that this was wisdom in me, or it may just be another case of me being a little too nice.

1 comment:

  1. Go for the handlebar mustache too. If the gals don't find it bad boy enough you can always still become a movie villain.

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