Finding the right name for my first blog was actually quite time consuming. Scruffy dude wasn’t my first thought. In fact, I tried a number of names that were already used- banana pancakes, blueberry pancakes, chocolate pancakes (I really like pancakes), rusted orange (my favorite color), yellow bike, and more. Finally, scruffy dude came to mind. I plugged it in and shockingly, it was available.
The word scruff isn’t just a description of one’s facial hair. It’s a state of mind. It can easily depict a guy who intends on living his life laid back and easy-going. It’s a guy who’s not in too much of a hurry to miss the scenery or not too crazy to listen to his friends tell a story. Scruff is a guy who has learned that patience and simplicity are some of the more enviable characteristics of life. Scruff can breathe as the clock ticks. This is why I like to at least have a one-two day growth of scruff- to remind me of the scruff mentality. Because all too often I can be the clean-shaven guy. The one who doesn’t take time to enjoy the view, and often times I miss it.
Now, the second part of my blog-name is “dude.” Why did I pick this? I guess it would come naturally after the word scruffy. Most “dudes” tend to have the scruff mentality and much of this is true, think the Big Lebowski. It also is a word that I absolutely cannot stop saying after every question (What’s up, Dude?) or statement (Dude, that was a phehomenal game), for which I am not exactly proud. It also totally affirms me as the stereotypical coastal, white, blonde dude that I am. So “dude” semi-encapsulates part of my identity, good or bad.