Editorial Number Five: Chris
Bo Peep
I'm a tendin' a Jedi
Goat. Have been for just over a week.
Yes, my very first foray into the
strange and mysterious world of Facial Hair. This will be
m'first goatee (the hip know it as a "Vandyke"),
though I have long envied Obi Wan's mighty white goat and when I
beheld Liam Neeson and his charley in The Episode I Trailer it
became apparent that this was the facial hair of choice for 9
out of 10 Jedi Masters.
In college my roommate and his friends used to observe what they
called Evil Goatee Week. The concept here was that you didn't
shave for a week in hopes, I suppose, of sprouting some sinister
stereotypical pointy devil-beard. Though invited,
I never partook mainly because by the end of the week I knew
whatever my face was able to cultivate would be stringy rather
than pernicious (most certainly not a look conducive to the
beguilement o' the lady-folk, if you know what I'm sayin').
This, of course, never stopped Zac (but then again you already
had a lil'chicka-dee, didn't you Zac) and his chums...
I enter this new Forbidden Whisker Palace with much trepidation
and a concern that the end result may be some cheesy peach fuzz
with a few lonely black wires here and there - Tommy Pickles'
head on my chin - but those who know Chris know he's a
risk-taker, a gamblin' man, a run-around-with-scissors kinda
guy, and baby, the kid is willing to chance it!
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