Getting On My Goatee

Way back in November 2003 (that’s three houses and three children ago) I decided to keep a bit of fuzz I grew on my face. It stayed there for four years until one day I was standing in a computer shop and noticed that every other mail customer seemed to be in their mid 30s and every one of them had exactly the same goatee.

That weekend it came off and my chin(s) looked like this.


I only lasted without my security stubble for two weeks and now it’s back (it seemed to grow a lot quicker this time). I was really happy with it until I saw this Dilbert cartoon last week.


When Dilbert tells you enough is enough you have to listen, especially when you’re a geek.

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