The BeardPocalypse

We all knew it had to come to an end eventually.  No beard lives forever.  You should have recognized the signs of the times.  When the beard was shaved down to a goatee, that was the beginning of the end.

The goatee had a good run of its own but, ultimately, my baby soft skin needed to be exposed to the world.

You know what was the last straw?  My mustache was getting long enough that I couldn't eat food without "saving some for later", as it were.  It was kind of grossing me out.  What's that you say?  I could have just trimmed it back?  Don't be ridiculous.  The whole point of growing facial hair is that you don't have to shave.  Trying to trim it back to an even length is way more effort than shaving.  Thus, shaving was the chosen answer.

But, once again, for your viewing pleasure, I shaved it gradually so that you could enjoy the process. It should be noted that I reached new heights of awesomeness in some of these pictures.

(By the way, if you want to see the process of going from full beard to goatee it is here)

Without further ado, here are the pictures of the beardpocalypse in action. (I know I stole the term "beardpocalyspe" from Conan O'Brien.  Deal with it.)

I started with the goatee again  It's grown out just a little since I last posted.

I shaved it down to this Fu Manchu business  Does it get more awesome?

I thinned out the handlebars and shaved the soul patch.  This may be the pinnacle of awesomeness.

Then just the regular mustache.  Some people can pull off the mustache.  I really can't.  I believe the term Robyn used was "gross".

This is the final status of my face.  I have returned to my native baby faced cuteness.  

Whenever someone I know shaves their face, I think their top lip looks weird.  Does my top lip look weird to you?  I think it looks weird.  But the weirdness is overwhelmed by the cuteness.