So I shaved off the beard yesterday. It was going to have to be done anyway, and it was getting unruly. However, in an act that could be only sheer lunacy tempered with mad brilliance... I kept the mustache.
No, I did more than merely keep the mustache. I dug out my old stick of Bed Head, scooped out a fingerful of glue... and twirled.
Oh yeah. With my hair and sideburns the way they are, I totally look like Ron Burgundy. No, wait, even better! With my bowler derby on, I look like Dum Dum Dugan. ROCK.
Really, how to describe this fascinating new sensation? Well truly, there's only one way, isn't there?
...
Don't worry, I'm gonna shave it off tomorrow or the day after, and then the sideburns too. Halloween and all, you understand. Still, I may keep the muttonchops a bit longer, in case I want to try going as Bill the Butcher to Ren Faire.
But I figure this mustache should at least symbolize my ascent to manhood, for you see, yesterday... I went to my first ever professional baseball game. Namely, the Nationals vs. the Phillies. It was pretty good too! Edd (my brother, who's in town) assured me that, "You're lucky to come to this game; it doesn't have to be this exciting!"
That said: we lost, I had a funnel cake, and Screech--the Nats' mascot, a poor substitute for Steagle Cobeagle the Eagle--molested my muttonchops to the broadcast on the OmniVision TV. I'm triply shamed. I think seppuku was committed over less.
Regardless, I'm certainly now willing to see another professional game. Especially as I'm comforted to know that I'll never have to see it at RFK Stadium again.
But for now, anyway... I have my mighty 'stache. Not even a man in a fat eagle costume can take that away from me! It bears saying out loud:
Rugged. Self-assured. Adult. These are the words that describe the man who wears a mustache. Yes, it says to the world, ‘I’m a man of action!’ Ah, but a man of action tempered with maturity. Like--like a fireman… or somebody’s DAD!
No, I did more than merely keep the mustache. I dug out my old stick of Bed Head, scooped out a fingerful of glue... and twirled.
Oh yeah. With my hair and sideburns the way they are, I totally look like Ron Burgundy. No, wait, even better! With my bowler derby on, I look like Dum Dum Dugan. ROCK.
Really, how to describe this fascinating new sensation? Well truly, there's only one way, isn't there?
...
Don't worry, I'm gonna shave it off tomorrow or the day after, and then the sideburns too. Halloween and all, you understand. Still, I may keep the muttonchops a bit longer, in case I want to try going as Bill the Butcher to Ren Faire.
But I figure this mustache should at least symbolize my ascent to manhood, for you see, yesterday... I went to my first ever professional baseball game. Namely, the Nationals vs. the Phillies. It was pretty good too! Edd (my brother, who's in town) assured me that, "You're lucky to come to this game; it doesn't have to be this exciting!"
That said: we lost, I had a funnel cake, and Screech--the Nats' mascot, a poor substitute for Steagle Cobeagle the Eagle--molested my muttonchops to the broadcast on the OmniVision TV. I'm triply shamed. I think seppuku was committed over less.
Regardless, I'm certainly now willing to see another professional game. Especially as I'm comforted to know that I'll never have to see it at RFK Stadium again.
But for now, anyway... I have my mighty 'stache. Not even a man in a fat eagle costume can take that away from me! It bears saying out loud:
Rugged. Self-assured. Adult. These are the words that describe the man who wears a mustache. Yes, it says to the world, ‘I’m a man of action!’ Ah, but a man of action tempered with maturity. Like--like a fireman… or somebody’s DAD!
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Date: 2007-09-21 04:03 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-09-21 04:56 pm (UTC)And congrats on surviving your first pro ball game! I'm glad you'd be willing to do it again. And *laughs* at RFK. Yeah, there are better parks. For instance, a park that's actually built for baseball. If you're down here in season sometime, I'd love to show you ours. There's even a train! And giant oranges (not pumpkins!) in the back of said train!
Have a great weekend, babe. :-)
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Date: 2007-09-21 09:25 pm (UTC)And you too. :)
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Date: 2007-09-21 08:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-21 09:16 pm (UTC)I actually have a couple awesome, "more appropriate" costumes this year, but dash it all, going as Bill has become my new tradition!
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Date: 2007-09-22 05:54 pm (UTC)I'd love to see him while he's in town.
Plus, I am nearly finished with the current box o' stuff.
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Date: 2007-09-23 05:16 pm (UTC)And I shall get to work on your next box! Maybe now's the time I should start "borrowing" stuff from the comic shop and/or libraries, y'know, like HUSH and the various CRISISES. Do it while I'm still in a position to pilfer from my own store, y'know?
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Date: 2007-09-24 03:37 pm (UTC)Well, I've seen Knocked Up twice already, so I don't know about that.
Tuesday evening should work for me, though.
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Date: 2007-09-24 03:48 pm (UTC)And I know you have, that's why I wasn't inviting you! ;p
I'll run Tuesday evening by Edd. Hops could be nice, unless you know of a better place. Know that he absolutely shuns with disgust the very concept of a deep fried candy bar.
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Date: 2007-09-24 04:34 pm (UTC)I'll check with Holly about tomorrow night, you check with Ed.
I'm on the new Hal Jordan Green Lantern run now, interesting stuff.
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Date: 2007-09-23 02:20 am (UTC)