I was recently asked to comment on an Iceman beard growing competition. I've attached my responses below. I had so much fun doing this that out of respect for Movember and national Men's health month, send me a photo of your beard or mustache and i will happily (and comically) review it. (if your idea of a beard is your wife, Linda, who you met while attending Calvin College, that's fine too. ) I'll be updating the blog daily in anticipation of the Detroit Invitational Cyclocross, that is only thirty days away!
Similar to a light dusting of moss over the frozen tundra, the beard of Mr A is an exercise in passive aggressiveness. Microscopic barbs peppered along Pursed lips and a soft chin that was apparently formed by fetal alcohol syndrome, Mr A bears the expression of a man who's wife exercised a few too liberties at Pottery barn. Rather than confront the matter directly, he opted to reprimand her with a 60 grit surprise every time she reminds him how much money she saved.