Mr. Daguerre will be the subject of a future in-depth article. However, today would have been his 224th birthday, and I would be remiss to let it pass.
Not wanting to give the impression of overwhelming negativity via my scathing critique and exposé of Heineken, here’s an example of a moustache used well in advertising.
I’ve carried a Leatherman daily for almost a full decade. Yes, I’m completely serious. It is part of the dynamic moustached lifestyle to be ready for whatever comes your way, and if you have in your possession a knife, pair of pliers, bottle opener, scissors, screwdrivers of various sizes, a metal and wood file, a saw, and so on, you will be the epitome of preparedness (except that you will still need rope. More about that later). I have personally, with the aid of my Leatherman, saved damsels in distress from villains and rescued golden-haired children from the teeth of crocodiles. In the Nevada desert, no less. Damn reptiles know no bounds.
Although I currently carry a Leatherman Wave, I’m really considering switching to the Wingman, for obvious reasons. Enjoy.
I am rather outraged at the Heineken commercial portraying a moustached gentleman. In fact, it offends me so deeply that I will not embed the blasphemous contents thereof upon this site. You can click here. No, not the word ‘here.’ The period.
Why, you ask? Why would your humble narrator take such offense? Is it the spectacular moustache? Is it the fact that the moustache triumphs over muscle mass? Is it bare-knuckle boxing? Read on…
“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.” – Edgar Allan Poe
(Thanks to This Isn’t Happiness for the quote and image)
Although ‘This Is Not A Moustache’ largely concentrates upon hirsute appendages of the upper lip, we recognize facial hair of all types and stand in solidarity with our brethren. Thus, we feel compelled to feature the following article.
Once a year, the Great State of Nevada celebrates the anniversary of statehood with parades, fireworks, and a beard & moustache contest. The majority of this revelry takes place in Carson City, the state capital.
Last year, your humble narrator accompanied the hirsute gentlemen of Virginia City to this event. These men are serious about what they do. We met at 8 AM in the Corner Bar, where shuttles were waiting to take us to Carson City. The bearded denizens of Virginia City have won the award of ‘Most Bearded Community’ in this contest for many years – in fact, the walls of the bar where we met are adorned with Beard & Moustache plaques and awards.
Dali, of course, will be the subject of a future in-depth article on ‘This is Not A Moustache.’ While you are breathlessly waiting for that to happen, enjoy this interview!
A fine example of moustached musicianship. Thanks to the AMI for the link.
Sometimes, moustached folk are misunderstood by the rest of the world. Thanks, Wondermark!
My grandfather was one hell of a guy. A Marine Veteran of World War II, recipient of the Purple Heart after the Battle of Okinawa, accomplished engineer and businessman, and a husband, father, and grandfather to a large family. In addition, he was known to sport a dashing moustache from time to time. I’ll miss him.
And on this sad note, I’m done posting family pictures. We’ll now return to our regularly scheduled programming.
Thanks to the ASL for this heartwarming image of good times.
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