Remember our friend Jack?

I miss him. I wish he were still around, and hadn't joined that convent.

all you need is a stache and a gun

'Nuff said!

new update

My last photo was taken on friday Oct. 12, so i felt I needed something a little more current to go with the fellows who had their update shots taken just two days ago.

As you can see, I am becoming quite a serious gentleman.

5 dudes abide?

The Cowboy still believes in us, despite the Stachetoberfest attrition.

Here's the current standings, for any readers reeking of trout bait or mulleted in remote areas.

False start/Disqualification: Beastwood

Outed by outraged flat mate for repeated shaving during first week of competition. Thrown under the bus for unwillingness to train his inner stache to run an entire half marathon with him.

AWOL: Jack

Jackers went J-Lo and protected his jubblies from further Stachembarrassment. Jack's Stache, we hardly knew ye. Not every stache can make it in the crucible of the Stachetober playoffs. Just ask this guy.

MIA: Victor

Last seen in the Maine wilderness mumbling something about seeking Grizzly Adams' advice after seeing Into the Wild too many times. Do Mainers have a Krakauer problem? Updates still pending from the great North Woods.

Foul: Alex
Shaved on Day 5 in a freak lapse of pre-weekend habit. Six days of catch up could be devastating due to the healthy growth of beardly fellow contestants. Still in it but winning it looks tough without the aid of local biotech's homebrew of nanoengineered Rogaine derivative purchased in the black market on the hard streets of Needham Heights.

Handel-ing it

Pretty much says it, doesn't it?

Not to take anything away from these awesome staches...

But has anybody seen Fontecchio lately? I saw a picture of him on his blog and I think he is growing a Mike Piazza mullet. See photo below:

Stachin'

Here's my update. No words needed.

Only ten days left...

This webcam picture fortunately can't be enlarged, expanded or otherwise improved.

Which, on balance, I'm thinking is a good thing. Shamus led the way. My mirrors are broken. Other updates? Kraemer and El Senor T, I'm looking at you.

Jack, we barely knew ye. Or your dead caterpillar.

Sweet punk show flyer

I came across this awesome flyer to a punk show I'm going to tonight. Guess I won't be embarrassed being the only guy there with a mustache. Though, it makes me wish my stache had eyes.

no mirrors in my house

I don't know about the rest of you but looking in the mirror is just painful. I have to close my eyes when I brush my teeth in the morning. Unlike Beastwood, I'm not trying to impress any 15-year-olds at Somerville High, so I'm not desperate to shave this thing off. But it will be a relief when I finally do.

Seriously, my mustache made me do it!

It appears a plucky British fellow blames his nose neighbor for the various rhubarbs he encounters while drinking at local pubs or grabbing some cash for mustache wax at the jolly ol' ATM. The Daily Mail reports Charles Law, 48, retaliates to teasing and taunting the best way us mustachioed men know how: by handing out critical beatdowns. Hey, with a handlebar like that, you knew it was coming.

In the latest case of stache-related violence, Law pleaded guilty to pummeling a teen who shouted: "Nice moustache. Where'd you get it?"

Alas, in a British court Law vowed to remove his impressive facial fuzz to guarantee he would no longer get into scuffles on its behalf. Summoning his inner Beastwood, Law said: "It's a shame, but it has to go. I've had it since I was 22 and at one point it was up to 16 inches long. I will miss it."

Here's to Law for making the streets safe for Stachetoberfest!

And then there were 7

Stachetestant Beastwood is out of the competition. Stachetestant Beastwood exists no more.

So when is the next Stachetoberfest photo update?

Uhh... guys? How's the hair?

creepy

This photograph is courtesy of my buddy Dave, who wishes he was in on this. Apparently someone did this to the back of their head for a haircut contest last year.

It begins...

Ladies and gentlemen, meet the contestants of Stachetoberfest.

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Name: Mr. Hickey

Occupation: Bad ass M F'er

Age: ageless

Mr. Hickey grew up in Rhode Island and loves punk rock, leather-covered USB sticks and gyros. He has a lifetime's worth of tuxedo rentals.

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Name: Trujillo
Occupation: Token Latino
Known aliases: Jil, Da Man, Toke

This dude likes to breakdance in parking lots, wear capes, and listen to Bobby B records on the weekends.

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Name: Jack
Occupation: Half of the Beejays

Known aliases: Jackers, J-Lo, Mr. Jubblies

Jack enjoys going to the beach, camping, soccer, working out, blogging, bowling, and cougars.

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Name: Irish McGillicuddy

Occupation: The man we all want to be

Known Aliases: The Doctor, The Silver Fox, Cougar Killer

Known to be hanging out in pubs, receiving high praise from college girls after "great" performances, which are then followed by high 5's from the dudes checking out the college girls. This cycle of events works well for The Doctor.

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Name: Mr. Howard
Occupation: Angling machine

Largest organ: Skin

Mr. Howard makes a mean campfire dinner. And has freckles. Nuff said.

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Name: Beastwood

Known aliases: Brian

Occupation: Other half of the Beejays

Beastwood has been spotted eating vats worth of pasta at a time, running road races and innapropriately touching fish. Don't ask, don't tell.

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Name: Victor

Known aliases: Tessa's boyfriend

Occupation: Mainer

Not much is known about this man, except that he is really cool. And is going out with Tessa. And can play guitar. And does something involving software engineering. And is Brazilian in a way that doesn't involve wax. Ok, that's TMI. Let's go back to not knowing anything.

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Name: Kraemer

Occupation: Beer

Sex: lots

Kraemer is known to enjoy sushi, snakes, planes, kickball, the ladies, the Cubs, and Fribbles.