Friday was Jellyvision’s second kinda-annual Mustache Day.  

I had almost six months of beard to work with, which was a definite advantage.  The goal was curlability.  There are lots of directions you can take such a ‘stache: Rollie Fingers, British, bodybuilder… but I decided  to go Gangs of New York.

On the way to work I found myself standing on a street corner with a hipster wearing lots of vintage clothes and a fedora.  He didn’t say it out loud, but when he looked over at me I’m pretty sure his inner monologue went something like this: “Dammit.”

Here are some other Mustache Day related links:
A Year In Pictures of Comedy
Random Tiffness