Last week, I used this beard picture of me as my Facebook icon.
I got several comments that said something to the extent of, "Wolverine!"
A little history
The picture was taken in the spring of 1994 by my father in my dressing room, backstage at Western State College. I had grown the beard out for a part in a play. I was playing Snug in A Midsummer Night's Dream.
This was the last night of the show, and I was going to shave.
But first, I was going to have a little fun...
Flash-forward fifteen years
A few days after posting the beard picture, I switched my Facebook icon to my awesome, super-suave mustachioed self (from fifteen years in the past!).
Within hours, I received this Facebook message from my mother.
subject: what's wrong with you?
You look like you are out of your mind. Is that the image you want? Or have you lost it?
Oh, Mom.
I love you.
... But I think we all know that I lost it a long time ago. That fact aside, I was just trying to have a little fun, and, as we all know, it's always easiest to have fun at one's own expense...
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