All right, the beard is in it's transitional phase. But when it comes in...it's gonna look great.I'll look like that actor...what's his name?"

Orson Wells?

- Mr. Mom

Day 7. It's been a week, and this fucking thing is driving me out of my whiskered skull. It itches, I think I look like a sterno bum (without the charm or aroma), and when I wake up, I find about 500 cat hairs stuck to my face and dried spittle in the corners of my mouth/mustache area.

I know: You want a piece of this, and you want it baaaad.

I didn't think there would be an actual effort to grow a beard; I thought you just didn't shave. Boy, was I wrong. The only parallel I can draw is having a mosquito bite the size of a sewer lid cover on your leg and trying to not scratch it.

Oh, I've been using Firefox as of late and installed the "Stumble" extension, which basically does random searches by subject for you. While "stumbling" I "stumbled" across this great site. I recommend first perusing the "Steve Don't Eat It!" section, but beware: I actually got a little gaggy during some parts.