Wednesday, January 11, 2012

You Have Chosen... Wisely.

The votes are in, and you have chosen what I will look like for the next 24 hours. That's Right, I'm gonna go shave right now. So let's run through the choices. I'm going to leave out any choice that didn't get any votes, and just show the ones that got 1 or more votes. Here are the choices:


And Here are the results:
The winner is "Friendly Mutton Chops." Thank you voters, I am so glad that "Rap Industry Standard didn't win.

Monday, January 9, 2012

Vote On My Face!!!

Let me present you with exhibit A:

I call him: Josh With a Beard.

Well, Josh With a Beard must leave us now. He and his Beard have had some great times this winter (a future blog post will discuss that), but circumstances have come along that require the removal of the Beard. I'm totally cool with that, a Beard should be enjoyed sporadically. How can you know the joy of having a beard, if you are never asked to not have one? You can't. Thankfully the beard trimmer that my wife bought me for Christmas converts to a nose hair trimmer, so I will still get PLENTY of use from it.

Now on to the point of this post. My Beard is leaving, and half the fun of growing a beard is doing something fun with it as you shave it off. So I offer you the opportunity to decide what I'm going to do to my face. I will be shaving my beard off on Thursday night, which is also the night I will be going out to eat with my family for my birthday. Below there is a link to a vote on my face. Whichever beard style gets the most votes will determine what I look like when I go out to eat with my family, and will become my profile pic on facebook. So click THIS LINK, vote, determine my fate! Oh, and please keep it honest, don't go vote more than once, both my Beard and I would be extremely disappointed in you for that.

Monday, December 26, 2011

Mirror, Mirror

Show of hands, how many of you have ever stood in front of a mirror and given yourself a little pep talk? Maybe it went a little something like this:


Do they work for you guys? Maybe mine do a little. Mostly, I just look at my reflection, get geared up, and laugh at myself. That makes me feel loads better. As much as I could stand there and say, "Yeah man, you got this," or "You DA MAN brah. You. DA. MAN." Praise is always more effective when it comes from someone else. A friend of mine will soon move across the country, this prompted me to make a parting gift that would serve as a constant reminder of what I thought of said friend.

I call it, "Mirror, Mirror."

Behold the making thereof:

First, you take a mirror:

The you cut a stencil out of vinyl to stick to the mirror, I practiced on paper first to get it right:

Next, apply the vinyl stencils to the mirror, then cover the stencil area generously with glass etching cream. Do not get it anywhere else, or it will etch any glass it touches:

Wait about 5 minutes, then wash the cream off quickly with flowing water, peal off the stencils, and voila:

Here's an action shot, enjoy:

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Sick on My Day Off...

I seem to have enjoyed yesterday's inclement weather a bit too much. I think I've caught a nasty cold.

So today I feel like this:
Poor guy...

But it is my day off, so I'm gonna pretend that I feel like this:
I feel better already.

Monday, December 12, 2011

I Am Seriously Considering the Following Scenario:

1. I go to a thrift store.
2. I buy a cheap black suit, white shirt, and black tie.
3. I get myself done up all nice and stuff in the new second-hand gear.
4. I wear tennis shoes with the suit.
5. I go to the gym, smile at every one, then proceed to the second floor.
6. I smile at the friendly people on the treadmills, who think, "Who is this well-dressed man?"
7. I step onto a treadmill, set it to a speed of 8, and run like a crazy person until the entire suit is soaked with sweat (about 10-15 minutes).
8. I step off of the treadmill, and produce a small hanky from my coat, which I use to wipe my brow slightly.
9. I Adjust my tie, re-tuck my shirt, then turn and calmly walk out the door.