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At least I now know that I do, in fact, have a chin. Yay.
I had that pint, cheers Illmatic!
I think the reason for the grey in the hair becoming more obvious as the process went on, Ex, is that I was in a diminishing light situation, so when I've opened the images in Photoshop and done an auto adjust on the levels, the darker shots have gone a touch more contrasty. Either that or the process scared me so much I actually have gone more grey within half an hour or so. That is probably more likely.
I'm disappointed at the lack of stubble now that it's the next morning. Today will be the acid test of the looking younger theory too as I am going to see a lot of people today. None of my friends have seen me yet and I'm interested to hear first hand opinions, although it's definately going back on as quickly as my little follicles will grow.
No, there was no birdlife, ass kicking or orc names involved. Sorry.
Still hate me Gingerbop?
Oh, and I've learned a few things! People with beards are disgusting, messy and unhygienic creatures. I realised that I don't know how to eat or drink properly! When eating chicken wings I was constantly getting greasy bits on my chin and upper lip and had no ability to avoid doing so, and when trying to drink from a glass I kept spilling bits down my chin and onto my shirt. I had to adopt all manner of unnatural poses to avoid getting soaked. I don't know if it's 22 years of eating and drinking in a way designed to avoid getting stuff on my beard that has rendered me unable to consume cleanly without it, or if the beard just usually soaks all the mess up and only now am I realising how much.
I also learned that pillows tickle and make it hard to sleep and that air feels really funny on ones chin when walking at night. |
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