If there is one thing that I am really looking forward to when I get home, it is outlets and electricity that works with the electronics we own. Now, this isn't because of the laptop, or the fact that I have to wiggle the cord for the camera charger for 5 minutes before it will work converter we have, or even that I can't charge the Gameboy. It's because I can't charge my razor. Normally, I shave my head and trim my beard once a week. Because I haven't been able to charge my razor, I have only been able to shave my head a couple times, so my hair (or lack thereof) has been OK. It will be a little dumb looking by the time I get back. But my beard is a different story. I don't think I have been able to trim it at all.
I feel like Grizzly Adams'...pet bear.
I actually saw Chuck Norris on the street the other day, and he got one look at my beard and backed up, put his hands in the air, and said “Hey man, I don't want any trouble”.
On 11 separate occasions, I have woken up to Orlando Bloom rifling through my beard in search of a key for Davey Jones locker.
The ghost of Billy Mays came to me one night and thanked me for keeping his legacy alive via facial hair. Too soon?
I was approached by ZZ Top for a position in their band. I told them I didn't play an instrument, and they said it wasn't important. I just needed to stand there and look beard-y.
Do I keep going? Yes, I think I do...
Rip van Winkle asked me in amazement how many years I had been asleep for.
Have you seen the picture of Saddam Hussein after they found him?
Papa Smurf. Minus the hat. Plus a shirt.
I was asked to play Hagrid's stunt double in the final Harry Potter film. I told them that I didn't know how to act and I was probably a little short, and they said it wasn't important. I just needed to stand there and look beard-y.
Fortunately it has come in handy though, and I have been able to find a new occupation in Europe. Alice took a video of this with the Flip. I'm the guy at the end hitting the triangle.