... with some fat photos for ya muthafuckin' viewing pleasure.
Here's what happened--I ran out of space on my camera, and couldn't figure out how to get the images off the flash card, so I haven't been able to take pictures. But now I can again! So here are all the shots up until I ran out of space (about a month ago). And by "here" I mean
on my Flickr. The Flickr's a bit disorganized now but I'll get to it. In case you were curious, the beard is coming along just fine, thanks for asking! It's pretty long--short of before I shaved it's the longest it's ever been. The worst is the
neckbeard though. It's getting kinda funky, not in terms of how it feels or anything, but in terms of the fact that I'm slowly nearing a continuation of hair running from my upper lip down my beard to my neck through my chest on down the happy trail and so forth... A "full body hair suit," if you will (as quoted from this dude I met over Winter Term). Oh well, I knew what I was getting into.
In other news, it's springtime in Oberlin--that strange period of limbo between the face-freezing winter and the flesh-melting summer. In the past week it's been 70 and humid, it's snowed, it's tornadoed, it's thunderstormed, and it's been completely cloudless and blue, often in the same day. I heard someone describe Oberlin spring as being "like puberty," which pretty much nails it.
The Giants are 6-10, which is six wins better than I would have expected at this point in the season, so that's good I guess? Or not "good" so much as "decent," or not "decent" so much as "acceptable." Or "not the worst it could be." God I hate this team...
Tomorrow marks the end of one of my favorite local bands--
Teenage Harlets (
...). A show of theirs I saw at Bottom of the Hill was a religious experience for me, no shit, they're that fucking good (better live). This is irrelevant given that I'm in Ohio anyway, but it kinda pisses me off that their
last show ever is 21+. Sure, they're a band known for their drunkenly orgiastic live shows, but they also have a major fan base among the younger
Phenomenauts-fan contingent, and if I were one of 'em I'd be pissed. (On a beard-related note, I have total
mustache envy over their lead singer, Johnny Dismal...)
Peace in the Middle West.