Mustache Monday: This Random Guy

This one is a bit of an enigma. We don't know his name, so we're going to call him Roger.

Roger, probably famous for nothing more than his mustache.

Roger, obviously famous for his mustache.

Since we don't really know who this chap is, we can only speculate about his astonishing facial hair. First off, that's an impressive mustache, but although this is mustache Monday, and not facial hair Friday, we can't stop at just his upper lip. We beg you to observe his sideburns and his his beard, all of which coordinate nicely with the curls off his mustache. We're going to guess that he grew and styled this shrubbery to impress his niece, because there is no way he has children of his own with a face like that. Alternatively, he was attempting to secure the coveted position of playing the Mayor of the Munchkins in The Wizard of Oz at the time this photo was taken. We would have voted for him.

Roger, the ninth man in our quest to in find a man with a decent mustache. Let's see how he ranked:

Size: 5/5

Originality: 4/5

Style: 2/5

Overall: 11/15

Although this is not the most attractive mustache we have reviewed, we are overcome by its sheer scope and grandeur. Well done, Roger.

Cheers,

Becca and Kelley

Becca: "Call him Autonomous Anonymous!"

Kelley: "I am NOT writing that six times in the post!"

*Bonus points to anyone who gets the Monty Python references.

Mustache Monday: Charlie Chaplin

Charlie Chaplin, supah dupah famous for being funny.

Charlie Chaplin, also known to occasionally channel his funny-ness into his mustache.


We get it, the guy was funny, and so his mustache is given some allowance to be funny too. However, it looks like he took a sharpie and drew it in thinking it would make him seem grown up and dignified...the effect is quite the opposite. Granted, he plays a parodied role of Hitler in the Great Dictator, and might have taken a cue from him for that particular movie, but last we checked it wasn't a wise idea to imitate Hitler, even if only in style choice. Clearly his work followed him home. If we must be positive, we can say this: at least it balances out his caterpillar eyebrows. Maybe he had a unibrow and decided the excess hair could be put to better use above his lip. Whatever the reasoning behind it, we applaud you for making us laugh, Mr. Chaplin.

Charlie Chaplin, the eighth man in our quest to find a decent mustache. Let's see how he ranked:

Size: 2/5
Originality: 1/5
Style: 1/5
Overall: 4/15

Oh Charlie, your mustache is anything but charming.

Also, Becca once dressed up like Charlie Chaplin, and there's a picture to prove it. Enjoy!

Cheers,
Becca and Kelley

"I would hang around to chat, but I mustache." 

What is Love? (Baby Don't Hurt Me)

While searching for a Hillsong song the other day, I happened upon this one instead. It was definitely a God thing, because the words of the song struck deep. Our society's view of love is so screwed up - sometimes a reminder is unwanted but sorely needed. 

Arms Wide Open by Misty Edwards 

“What does love look like?” is the question I’ve been pondering
“What does love look like?”
“What does love look like?” is the question I’ve been asking of You

I once believed that love was romance, just a chance
I even thought that love was for the lucky and the beautiful
I once believed that love was a momentary bliss
But love is more than this

All You ever wanted was my attention
All You ever wanted was love from me
All You ever wanted was my affections, to sit here at Your feet

Then I sat down, a little frustrated and confused
If all of life comes down to love
Then love has to be more than sentiment
More than selfishness and selfish gain

And then I saw Him there, hanging on a tree, looking at me
I saw Him there, hanging on a tree, looking at me
He was looking at me, looking at Him, staring through me
I could not escape those beautiful eyes
And I began to weep and weep

He had arms wide open, a heart exposed
Arms wide open; He was bleeding, bleeding

Love’s definition, love’s definition was looking at me
Looking at Him, hanging on a tree
I began to weep and weep and weep and weep

This is how I know what love is, this is how I know what love is

And as I sat there weeping, crying
Those beautiful eyes, full of desire and love

He said to me, “You shall love Me, You shall love Me
You shall love Me, You shall love Me”

With arms wide open, a heart exposed
With arms wide open, bleeding, sometimes bleeding

If anybody’s looking for love in all the wrong places
If you’ve been searching for love, come to Me, come to Me

Take up your cross, deny yourself
Forget your father’s house and run, run with Me
You were made for abandonment, wholeheartedness
You were made for someone greater, someone bigger, so follow Me

And you’ll come alive when you learn to die.

And that's what it's all about. 

Cheers,

Becca

Happy New Year, folks!