The execution of facial hair

That is what my grandmother thinks that should be done to all facial hair.

Execution. She is very insistent.

So I decided after a week of not shaving to just go with it. I always had mad respect for the Indiana Jones look. And in years past I had paid tribute to that look. But sometimes you just have to go full cycle.

This is what has been called a "back alley Dublin thug" by Galen G...

Someone give this guy a slapjack!







... or the "union organizing dockworker" according Andy C.

Someone else mentioned Pap Finn, but I don't think I am quite that country.

Needless to say, Grandma has not been happy about my appearance during this Lenten season.

I started the facial hair advance around the beginning of Lent. Giving up shaving was a breeze. My father would always give up canned beer for Lent. O the sacrifice we Catholics make!

The beard has been fun. But also rather itchy.

I was invited to a moustache party that was held last weekend. I figured that would be a good time to shave off the beard. So I set forth the execution in stages.




First I went for the "crazed relief pitcher" look.

So after that I just went with the traditional moustache.

This one below says "third district patrol" to me.



Or maybe, as John B said: "Carny."

Or as I like to remember this 'stache picture to the right, the "pondering carny."










Now here is the carcass of the executed moustache: