Comic Con ‘ticipation

It Starts tonight! And I don’t mean to brag but I have the rare Golden Ticket…all four days plus Preview Night! Last year I was only able to get a ticket for Sunday. I was lucky to get that. Many don’t get tickets at all. It’s the luck of the draw when you are online and 130,000 tickets sell out in less than an hour.

I’m a people watcher. Comic Con is the place to watch people. I am not one to be up to date on the latest TV shows or movies. I simply enjoy seeing all there is to be seen. There is excitement, surprises, costumes (cosplay) and most of all laughter. Huge crowds all enjoying themselves. Downtown San Diego is transformed into a paralell universe of fun co-exhistence. A safe place of acceptance. Zombies and Hello Kitty share common ground.

Like last year I will post some pics here on Fearsome Beard. I hope you will enjoy the glimpse into the fantasy that is Comic Con San Diego.

I freakin’ love life!

What a joy life is.

I have been busy as crap….running here, going there, running behind, putting out fires, forgetting things, not getting it all done, trying to find balance, accomplishing things and not accomplishing things. It’s life. It’s a blessing. It’s fun!

So this morning I made it to physical therapy at 7:30 am for my knee issues (they are doing better) and as the therapist was massaging my IT bands, which hurt like hell, I started to laugh. I laughed because I didn’t get everything done yesterday and I was contemplating all I had to do today. I realized I wouldn’t get it all done again and filled with laughter and joy. Joy because I am able to try my best. I have the opportunity to get out there and just do it. I get to live.

I laughed because busy is good. Busy is life. Busy is a good life. I love my busy freakin’ life!

Beard of the day

The Cajun 1946-2015

Sadly I find out that one of the bloggers that took me under his wing a day or two after Fearsome Beard came online has passed. His blog is over in the Fearsome Buds and is On Transmigration. I take the liberty of copying a few photos from his blog to post here. Without his early encouragement, compliments and kind advice I am not sure Fearsome Beard would be here or at least what it is today.

Thank you dear Cajun. I post you as Beard of the day and promise to spread the love you shared with me that your love may live on through generations to come. Peace be with you dear Cajun. Fat Tuesday was appropriate for your departure. I hope to see you on the other side…but hopefully not for a while yet! Until then I send you a Fearsomely furry hug and kiss.






(This photo Courtesy of Ron)

(This photo Courtesy of Ron)

A smile that lights a room!

A smile that lights a room!

Cajun's Gravatar, that Fearsome smile is still there.....keep smiling Cajun!

Cajun’s Gravatar, that Fearsome smile is still there…..keep smiling Cajun!


I like this definition from Wikipedia:

————Friendship is a relationship of mutual affection between two or more people.[1] Friendship is a stronger form of interpersonal bond than an association. Friendship has been studied in academic fields such as sociology, social psychology, anthropology, and philosophy. Various academic theories of friendship have been proposed, including social exchange theory, equity theory, relational dialectics, and attachment styles. A World Happiness Database study found that people with close friendships are happier.[2]

Although there are many forms of friendship, some of which may vary from place to place, certain characteristics are present in many types of friendship. Such characteristics include affection, sympathy, empathy, honesty, altruism, mutual understanding and compassion, enjoyment of each other’s company, trust, and the ability to be oneself, express one’s feelings, and make mistakes without fear of judgment from the friend.

While there is no practical limit on what types of people can form a friendship, friends tend to share common backgrounds, occupations, or interests, and have similar demographics. ———————

I have my long time dear friend Doug here at my house now. We’ve been friends for 32 years. We can laugh, cry, sit quietly or just be together. It’s good. He’s staying for a week and we are having a blast.

I have my friend Bo, who is currently beard of the day, in Ft. lauderdale. We have both real estate and nursing backgrounds. We laugh a lot.

Laughing with Bo while having coffee on the beach selfie.

Laughing with Bo while having coffee on the beach selfie.

Another close friend in Ft Lauderdale is Bobby. We talk business a lot as he has a real estate background as well and currently owns a private club in Ft. Lauderdale. He is my friend who puts on Beachbear Weekend each year. Great event, make your reservations now as its coming soon!

You'll have a good time!

You’ll have a good time!

I am blessed with many more friends across the country and here in San Diego. I have friends out here on Blog land that make me laugh, think and keep me informed. I am way blessed that my business partner is one of my best friends and especially blessed that my husband is my best friend.

Friends care for each other. Friends love each other. Friends are a gift, a blessing.



2014 in review … My first year here on WordPress

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 13,000 times in 2014. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 5 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

Click here to see the complete report.

Fearsome Beard entered the blogosphere June 1, 2014.

He is a happy Beard as he gets to post his thoughts and things he likes on this here blog thingy. He credits Joe Jervis for that term, blog thingy. He started reading blogs when he found Joe’s blog about 10 years ago when searching for Drag names on Google. He credits Dr. Spo for inspiration and help in starting his blog. He loves his Fearsome Buds and all his commenters, followers and readers. He’s looking forward to 2015 and his first full year of thought sharing, learning and growing. He is but a student, a student who believes that if you are not learning you are not growing and if you are not growing you are dying. He chooses life, thus he chooses growth. Thank you for reading and choosing growth as well.

Cheers to 2015!

Love & Peace,

Fearsome Beard

Toe tapping day

I am so happy I posted that remix of Mama Cass last night. I hopped out of bed and played it as I poured my coffee. What a great tune to start the day. I have to admit I’ve hit replay on it about 10 times today. I’ve had a smile on my face and that tune in my heart all day.

All day brings me to now. The present moment is all I have. That tune in my heart has made each and every moment a great moment today. This present moment I am filled with gratitude for it. It being this very moment. Gratitude for now. Gratitude for myself. Gratitude for my house, dogs, I pad, dinner, blog, my breath…I could go one but you are smart and you get it.

Being free to be me. Being free to dance alone to the music. Being free to choose how I feel and what I am grateful for.

If you have a choice, and we all do, choose good. Good always works out better. Now go dance and go sing your song, even if nobody else sings along!

Make your own kind of music

I remember the Mamas and the Papas from my very young youth in the 1960s. I remember the original version of this Cass Elliot (recorded by Mama Cass shortly after the break up of the group) song back to the days that I couldn’t even grasp the message. It’s message is so simple, so inspiring and so freeing. As I grew up the song and the group were but a faded memory.

Sometime in the mid 1990s, when I was  a young man of thirty who frequently found himself on the dance floors of circuit parties, I heard this song again. I actually heard this very remix, probably on a dance floor in LA. I was instanty in love with it as well as with everyone on the dance floor with me at that moment.

Since that time It has always held a place in my heart as I knew it was speaking to me. I did not yet know what my song was but knew I was going to sing it. So I took that to heart and sang what I could when I could. I ran into this tune again today, not only into it but the very remix that so moved me on that dance floor.

Mama Cass is trying to tell me something. I am grateful for the message. I post this now so that when I rise in the morning I can play it first thing to get me started and to remind me to sing my own song. To share that song as one other may hear it and be inspired. Even if another isn’t, I will be.

I share this with you in hopes Mama Cass will inspire you and free you to be you. It’s a long remix but it will get your feet tapping. Make your own kind of music today, share it with everyone you touch, as you never know when it may inspire another.

Enjoy life! It’s a good life!

Love is alive

Back in the mid 1970s when I was about 10 (had not hit puberty yet so it was about then) I went with a friend to his grandmother’s house in West Virginia. We went with his whole family for a week visit in order to go to the West Virginia state fair. I remember it fondly. We had a blast. He had two brothers and the four of us were dropped off every day and could roam, ride rides, play games and do whatever we wanted. That was the early 1970s in a small town at a state fair. Drop the kids off, let them have at it and pick them up in time for dinner.

By the end of that week all the carnies knew us by name and we knew all of them. We knew which ride to ride at what time of day for the best effects. They had one of those double Ferris wheels with two wheels that were on opposite ends of a long center post. The best was when they put your wheel at the top and filled the other one you would just spin for a long time way up in the air. Then when they started the whole thing spinning as you dropped down the front it was like the floor fell out of the world.

I learned to ride a horse on the streets around his grandmothers house. We learned how to shoot guns. We waxed his grandmothers’s 1967 baby blue mustang. We ate real home cooked food. We took walks on country roads. And we went back to the fair. No worries, carefree…damn it was nice!

Then everything stopped. It really did stop. We were on the midway of the fair and an announcer came over the loud speaker and asked that everyone stop. The music stopped, the rides stopped and all got quiet. Then they announced it, Elvis had died. I’m serious. I know where I was and what I was doing at such a young age and I didn’t even care for Elvis. They stopped our perfect world to tell us that? Bummer.

Well apparently even though we didn’t give a rats ass about Elvis, there were others at that place and time who did care. People were crying. Hysteria, sadness, disappointment and the silence of disbelief surrounded us. Ok, ok looking back… it was the West Virginia state fair in the mid 1970s….where else would Elvis fans be?

Eventually after what seemed like hours but was probably all of 15-30 minutes the fair resumed and we went about our business terrorizing the midway and having a ball again. The rest of the day the adults seemed sad and joyless but we didn’t. We had rides to ride and goldfish to win. That night Billy Crash Craddock was the  headliner and opened his show with Blue Suede Shoes as a tribute to Elvis. We didn’t care we were up on that double Ferris wheel spinning at the top, this time in the dark! Woohoo!

Music plays such a part of growing up. The music on the midway was popular rock of the time. Gary wright was played a lot at that fair. My favorite was Love Is Alive. It played several times daily at one of our favorite rides. The carnie that ran that ride was long haired, muscular, probably missing a tooth or three and had a big porn star mustache. He liked his Gary Wright tunes. Love Is Alive burned into my memory that summer. It was my song of the summer that year.

At the time those words did not mean what they do to me today. At the time it was a cool tune. Today I like the title. Love Is Alive.

Love makes me feel alive. Love is an expression of life, of living. When I find myself out of sorts if I can stop and feel some love for someone or something I feel better. I feel alive. The love for my husband, my dogs, a friend, my family, my home, my work, my city, the ocean, nature or just where I am at that moment. Love is everywhere, all we have to do is feel it and we are alive.

It’s amazing what can come out of a memory of the place you were when Elvis died ain’t it? 😉

“Our Love Is Alive … Yeah, Hell Yeah!”


Is the goal happiness or contentment?

This is a good question. I just finished watching Super Soul Sunday which included this video by John Chester of Apricot Farms:

In this video John Chester states that people often ask him “Are the dogs happy?”

John states that after many years observing the dogs that they are content. They are content doing what they do because they are doing something for someone (the sheep) outside of themselves. They have a purpose.

I am deep in contemplation on this subject. Happiness and contentment are two different things. Both are good. Often though I think that I may confuse priorities here and not give proper value to contentment. I think happiness can be put on a pedestal and that contentment can sometimes be mis-understood as settling.

Is it not true that contentment can be happiness? I think maybe it can. Maybe it can be a healthy stable happiness that resides deep within when one is doing what is right.

I will contemplate this today as I stroke Fearsome in thought. Check out the video, it is well worth the watch as it will leave you with a smile and feeling good.