I don’t really know what to make of beards. I am a mustache guy. I have had one since I was about 13… mostly because, when I don’t, my mouth looks like it is smiling all the time. And not my usual friendly, wry and a little sexy smile… oh no… my resting smile is more of a slight smirk that makes it look like I know stuff that you don’t… which I do, but I hardly want to give that impression to everyone… or makes people think that I am happy all the time, which is way to much pressure on me.
The thing is… and we haven’t had a thing for a while, so I am glad there is one… I have already done a whole series of posts about mustaches… which you would know if you really love me and read all my old posts, or had followed me since the beginning… but fear not, you can use the search button to go back and look at all my mustache posts… go on… we will wait for you… it will be worth it… I switched famous mustaches between famous faces, and stuck my mustache on babies, Jennifer Lopez, and a bunch of other famous people including Dick Cheney, and even he looked almost good. I analyzed why the wrong mustache choice could ruin a career as dictator… (if you can’t imagine Hitler with the wrong mustache, or no mustache at all, don’t fret, I did it all for you with the magic of Photoshop)… just type ‘mustache’ into the search bar… I dare you!
So, anyway, for whatever reason… (I think it was because I spent 5 hours this morning driving Mollie to a youth meeting near Long Beach this morning and the crack squirrels in my head went a little nuts)… I have decided to have some fun with beards now. Don’t panic, I am still doing our ‘Name that piece of Art’ series and… whatever else it is I do around here.