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This summer out west is turning out to be one of the worst decisions I ever made. Calgary is like the biblical Delilah... so beckoning and seductive... but when you get too close the bitch cuts all your damn hair off.
That's right. In order to get a proper seal on my face mask for sour-gas or hydrocarbon-contaminated sites, I have to shave my beard. Wish they'd told me that in the interview.
So come with me, if you will, on a photographic journey of my descent into facial baldness. You'll laugh. You'll cry. You'll make me an animated GIF of all of these pictures if you have way too much time on your hands.
This is how I looked for most of today. The wild and woolly 'Mountain Man' look you all know & love:
I call this one 'The Amos' after a fellow I know. Some of you may know him as well. I think he pulls it off better than I do.
Git'r done git'r done git'r done git'r done git'r done git'r done git'r done.
This is what I might have looked like, had I been born thirty years earlier. Pretty scary.
...and the grand finale, a clean-shaven Dan. I seem to remember that my upper lip was one of the reasons why I stopped shaving. Nothing like a razor nick right under the nose.
I'm off to Leduc, south of Edmonton, for the rest of the week. I'll be back this weekend, but don't be surprised if I don't reply until then.
That's right. In order to get a proper seal on my face mask for sour-gas or hydrocarbon-contaminated sites, I have to shave my beard. Wish they'd told me that in the interview.
So come with me, if you will, on a photographic journey of my descent into facial baldness. You'll laugh. You'll cry. You'll make me an animated GIF of all of these pictures if you have way too much time on your hands.
This is how I looked for most of today. The wild and woolly 'Mountain Man' look you all know & love:
I call this one 'The Amos' after a fellow I know. Some of you may know him as well. I think he pulls it off better than I do.
Git'r done git'r done git'r done git'r done git'r done git'r done git'r done.
This is what I might have looked like, had I been born thirty years earlier. Pretty scary.
...and the grand finale, a clean-shaven Dan. I seem to remember that my upper lip was one of the reasons why I stopped shaving. Nothing like a razor nick right under the nose.
I'm off to Leduc, south of Edmonton, for the rest of the week. I'll be back this weekend, but don't be surprised if I don't reply until then.