For the record...

The Official Mustachio Project has come to a head. After just under a week sporting the popular, and I must say, quite badass, handlebar/fu manchu mustache, on Monday morning I winnowed the fur to its thematic apex. To preserve the mustachio and my appearance therewith for posterity, I post now some photos. Can't wait to get some cranberry sauce caught up in it. Hours of enjoyment!

In the first, the appropriate look with a mustachio of my nature: squinty eyed and creepy.



(I partially intended to squint for this picture, and I partially succumbed to my inner 'My Name is Earl' nature whereby I seem to not be capable of keeping my eyes open in cases of double-flashed photography.)

And then, a more pleasant looking pose.


Conspicuously absent: a thoughtful and wise photo of me looking highly professorial with my mustachio. Sadly, my present constitution does not allow me to get the solid pushbroom effect going. Alas.

The good news is that I just checked my license and it needs to be renewed. Barring a major case of self-doubt, the mustachio should be enshrined in my ID photo for the forseeable future. Makes me sadder that I cut he fu, as that was very righteous. Now I'll just get added to the National Creep Registry (for those who haven't done anything yet but are considered mostly likely to). But hey, that's something at least!

FU!

I've been putting off my blog because I'm going to have a super-long awesome blog about the wonderful trip the magnificent Brigitte and myself took to San Francisco. However, I've been feeling guilty to my audience of 7 (now including mom, 2 aunts, and Dougie!) that, according to TheBusinessman's site, it's been over a week since I posted a blog. So, for now, I'm going to let everyone know how the progress on my Official Mustachio Project is coming.

For everyone who doesn't know (which is pretty much everyone), I've decided that I long to have a wonderful, bushy mustache. So, I began the quest a month or so ago (after shaving off a pretty righteous beard that I'd had for a year or so- I'd just gotten tired of it- and which featured as the "all men in face fur except for the Groom" theme of TheBusinessman's wedding) to grow a mustache. Of course, one can't just grow a mustache, one needs a plan. So, after mistakenly undertaking the "solo mustache mission" (difficulty level 55; I'm only a level 40 Night Elf Hunter) for one shaving cycle, I incorporated the chin fur with the upper lip fur. I refer to this as 'support growth' of a goatee for an eventual mustache. Anyhow, this is how the wonderful Brigitte and I looked together 9 days ago, the specific note here being my goatee:



MMMMM that's mighty fine. So, anyhow, today, I have trimmed the chin support to result in this glorious fu manchu. I actually think it's quite lovely. Reminds me of my days back in jr. high and high school when I was really into Metallica...




I will now go listen to the entire back catalogue of Danzig.