See, Eleanor did me an enormous favor for me recently. Let’s just say, it involved doing part of my job for me while I was shirking my responsibilities up in Athens. Also it involved her spending about 8 hours on the computer. So I told her I owed her a favor, anything within reason. Her request: she wanted me to grow a mustache. “For how long?” I asked. “Oh, just as long as you have a real mustache – not just stubble,” she said.

So that’s what I’m doing. I refuse to spend most of a month with just a moustache, so I figure I’ll grow a full beard first. Then I’ll shave everything but the mustache for a day or two. Then I’ll shave that.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Eleanor.

Nobody looks good with a mustache.