
Week Three was lame, what with a heavy workload and a lingering cold so I kicked it’s sorry ass to the curb. Not that Week Four is much better other than the fact that my beard is becoming luxurious enough for DHS to take notice. Upside to this week has got to be the fact that the incessant itching is subsiding but that is countered by my daughter grabbing it like a set of reins when going for piggyback rides.
I don’t rack up miles like a long haul trucker and fueling up happens so infrequently that I often cannot remember when the last time or what my mileage was at the time. Yes, I could write it down but that seems quaint especially in these day of pervasive micro apps to help me with the minutia of living. My buddy Josh knocked out an incredible useful sms/web app, Empg.info, to help people like me track their fuel economy.
Empg is a fast and easy way to record your car’s mileage electronically, and get all the information you need about it at your finger tips.
Simply send a text message to 41411 starting with “EMPG” followed by your odometer reading, and then the number of gallons you purchased. Track each fill-up, and we’ll keep track of the average and let you know how good your mileage is.
I’m loving the service and plus he is rolling out handy little badges to drop on your website, mine shows just how infrequently I fuel up.

If you are wondering where week one is or went, sadly, like all my stunningly good ideas this one came a week late so there is no week one. Anyways, on to the project.
Boredom, that is the primary driver here, that and seeing if I can grow a luxurious beard. I have tried in the past but often abandoned it before the close of the fifth week out of itching or raised eyebrows and tsk-tsking from my wife. This time I figured what I needed to see the project through was a visual reminder of my progress and the pressure of the Internet. Let’s weigh the pros and cons…
Cons
- Itches like hell
- My wife disapproves of facial hair experimentation
- Traps food
Pros
- My daughter strokes it like a cat and says, “Niiiiiiiice. Niiiiiiice.”
- It gets me one step closer to my goal or rocking it like Shel Silverstein
- Ups my *nix street cred
- My wife disapproves of facial hair experimentation
Will I make it to week three without shaving it off?

It has been unseasonably cold and I have been usually busy. I find myself sitting around today thinking about Gabi and the pool club and how I’d wouldn’t mind lounging around in the heat of July dangling my feet in the water as Gabi runs around splashing and swimming. Summer cannot come back fast enough.

A Little Bee-Hind
…and full of bad puns. I have a back log of Gabi photos to cross post here that I hope to get to in the next couple of days.
This morning I got left the laughable comment on this dusty post by a Brazilian chap. Originally, I thought he was commenting on my scrotumish appearance (see the post prior to this one for a newer shot of my testicle like appearance) because of my babble about camera equipment but my wife astutely read between the Babelfish lines and drew the conclusion that he assumed, like all Americans (aren’t we all North, Central, and South), I was planning on suing the fine makers of Hot Pocket brand edibles and then using the proceeds from said lawsuit to buy camera lenses.
I just love the Internet.
Brazil Hates Hot Pocket Eating Americans
This morning I got left the laughable comment on this dusty post by a Brazilian chap. Originally, I thought he was commenting on my scrotumish appearance (see the post prior to this one for a newer shot of my testicle like appearance) because of my babble about camera equipment but my wife astutely read between the Babelfish lines and drew the conclusion that he assumed, like all Americans (aren’t we all North, Central, and South), I was planning on suing the fine makers of Hot Pocket brand edibles and then using the proceeds from said lawsuit to buy camera lenses.
I just love the Internet.