She was sculptor and a stone cold fox. Long blond hair and hazel eyes and a freedom about her that eased him out of his loneliness. He would come by her place, a nice two story flat across town that her wealthy parents owned, and discuss art and life and sink into the couch and drink a beer.
It was a turbulent time of disco and chaos and she stayed out of the scene by cloistering herself in her home and painting or walking to the library to read Huxley or Pynchon. Her art could be described as a homage to vaginal dexterity and he watched her sexy ass float around the room with splattered color on her polyester. She slid that brush across the canvas and bit her top lip and told him that she thought his moustache was cool. He told her all his secrets. His poverty, his illusive father, his dance floor mamma, and, of course, he told her of his loneliness.
He kept his cool and never pursued the other side, that deep dark damp blackness that made his heart pump. When she asked why he came by everyday, he replied, "because I like to watch you paint and drink a beer and smoke a little grass."
In autumn, she was abnormally quiet and reserved and painted a wonderful piece with a flower oozing pollinated glory. She removed her smock and straddled him on the couch and whispered, "I am leaving this place. I must."
He walked down the dark street and watched the leaves fall and thought deeply and solemnly. He couldn't let her leave, the emptiness would be too great. He went to Shoey Featherson's pad and demanded his friend, a budding photographer, take a picture of him. The picture came out just right.
On that miserable rainy day, he watched the burly men move her belongings into a large truck. He waited for his moment. She got inside her volkswagen and turned the ignition and he slipped into the passenger seat and grabbed her hand and placed the picture in her palm.
"I want you to groove on this for the rest of your life," he said and kissed her on the cheek. She left anyway, driving right out of his dreams.
Later that night, he strolled with a funky rhythm to the Fleetwood Diner. He sucked down his coke through a straw and winked at the foxy waitress. The waitress giggled and he forcefully grabbed her arm and pulled her close and whispered, "Man for sale and your currency is just right."
The waitress made love to him in the freezer against the frozen tenderloin of the Fleetwood. Nine months later, MGOBLOG was born; kicking and screaming and wanting more.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
[16 Days to Go] Get Naked Man
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
[17 Days to Go] Mustache, Man. Mustache.
mus⋅tache [muhs-tash, muh-stash]
-nounSometimes a word enters the lexicon and it cannot be ignored. It catches on like wildfire and spreads quicker than that virus in Season 3 of 24. The word galvanizes itself in to popular culture and becomes a zeitgeist of the times. In the 80's we had 'rad'. In the 90's it was 'sweet, bro'. In 2003, Old School brought back the 'awesome'. And we can thank How I Met Your Mother for sustaining it.
In 2009, as we prepare yet again to make another glacial shift into a new decade, we bring you 'mustache'. It connotes the same as the examples given above. Here's an example of its everyday use:
Not Me: Dude, I hooked up with the hottest chick last night.
Me: Mustache, Dude. Mustache.
Not Me: Yeah... but she gave me crabs.
Me: Ouch. Not mustache.
And, as long as we are on the topic of dominating Penn State, remember the year before when Manningham ended their perfect season and dashed their national title hopes? Yeah, that was mustache too.
Or the 2004 Michigan State game? Sorry Little Brother, you thought you had that one in the bag. Then, well, Braylon Edwards called upon the mighty power of his mustache…
…and this happened:
Mustache.
Boom. Knowledge dropped. Consider yourself educated. Now add that to your vernacular employ the empowerment of the 'stache in your Michigan argot. This fall, and in particular on September 5th, when Brandon Minor is trucking over fools - or when Tate is slicing up Western's secondary like Christian Troy in Nip/Tuck - you know the words to utter from your mustached mouth: Fucking mustache, man.
[Keep the photos coming; send us your progress to mustaches4michigan@gmail.com. The next roundup is this coming Friday.]
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
[18 Days To Go] Send Us Your Photos!
Send photos here: mustaches4michigan@gmail.com.
Magnum, P.I. for inspiration:
[18 Days To Go] Staches in Sports: Unleashing The Power

We sit here in mid-August and revel in the subtle changes that occur when you start preparing your misshapen grill for a glorious mustache. Whiskey suddenly seems more appropriate. Watching Tombstone produces a sense of community. And shaven people somehow seem weaker and ineffective.
"The better they pitch, the better they look. I thought (Tuesday) night Wainwright looked gorgeous."

Monday, August 17, 2009
[19 Days to Go] Mustached Michigan Newsmen

David Shuster, Michigan Man
Record vs. Ohio State, in his lifetime: 20-20-2; all tied up.
Probably best known for: being suspended from MSNBC during the primaries, after he referred to Chelsea Clinton as being “pimped out” by her mother’s campaign.
Another notable report filed recently by this intrepid reporter, and one for which he is sure to be nominated for a Peabody, is this one, where he discusses the finer points of the “Teabagging” movement.
“It‘s going to be teabagging day for the right-wing and they're going nuts for it. Thousands of them whipped out the festivities early this past weekend, and while the parties are officially toothless, the teabaggers are full-throated about their goals.
"They want to give President Obama a strong tongue-lashing and lick government spending--spending they did not oppose when they were under presidents Bush and Reagan.” …
“[Neil] Cavuto, defending his network‘s proportion of teabagging said, quote, "We are going to be right in middle of these teabaggers, because at FOX, we do not pick and choose these rallies and protests. We were there for the Million Man March.” …
“Of course, the Million Man March occurred, as NewsHounds.org points out, almost a year before FOX News was on the air.”
“We can only speculate why widespread teabagging made Cavuto think of the Million Man March, unless he got them confused with Dick Armey. And in Cavuto‘s defense, if you are planning simultaneous teabagging all around the country, you‘re going to need a Dick Armey.”
David, in all seriousness, we love you here at Mustaches for Michigan. Keep up the good work. And tell that fat fuck Ed you want your time slot back.

Sanjay Gupta, Michigan Man
Record vs. Ohio State, in his lifetime: 20-18-2; Michigan leads.
Probably best known for: being CNN’s Chief Medical Correspondent
Mr. Gupta hails from Novi, and attended a premed/med school hybrid program at U of M. He is reportedly a season-ticket holder and a big fan of Rich Rodriguez.

Mike Wallace, Michigan Man
Record vs. Ohio State, in his lifetime: 45-42-4, Michigan leads.
Probably best known for: 70 years of journalism, 20 Emmy Wins
Mike, we here at Mustaches for Michigan salute you, sir. May you live and work many more years, and may those years be filled with many more mustached Michigan wins.
[Keep the photos coming; send us your progress to mustaches4michigan@gmail.com. The next roundup is this coming Friday.]
Sunday, August 16, 2009
[20 Days To Go] The Movement Grows: When Carcajous Attack! Joins

"Listen to me when I tell you that a Michigan Stadium jam-packed with over one hundred thousand mustache-brandishing Wolverine partisans on September 5th would be such a stunning sight - so powerful and endearing - and far too magnanimous for resentment, no one will be able to capture such an event and put it to words or music."

Saturday, August 15, 2009
[21 Days to Go] Follicular Fodder for Facial Hair Formations
Friday, August 14, 2009
[22 Days To Go] Week 1 Roundup


Thursday, August 13, 2009
[23 Days to Go] The Mustache and What Could Have Been
Unfortunately, Dodd’s not alone in his mission of continued misery. This very morning, Bloomington's Herald-Times sportswriter Hugh Kellenberger made reference on the Hoosier Scoop. “First, Appalachian State pulled off the upset of the century.” It should be noted, Hugh Kellenberg attended Appalachian State. How he found his way across the
Those sporting mustaches are for us. Those not sporting mustaches are against us. This much is clear. It follows that on the morning of
Et tu, Henné?
It does not require a keen eye to surmise what’s sorely missing. Yet, photo evidence suggests that Henne was oftentimes far from clean shaven. There exists many a picture of him cradling a beer in one hand and a blonde in the other with the seedling of a Michigan Mustache taking root on his upper lip. There is little doubt he scored, and repeatedly so, on those evenings of photographic record. This begs the question, could “The Horror” have been avoided if Henne had manned up the week prior?
Oh! If Only We'd Known Then, What We Know Now
There's little doubt. RoboStache equals championship.
[As always, keep the photos coming! Send us your mustaching prep photo to: mustaches4michigan@gmail.com]
[23 Days To Go] Lloyd Wants Your Mustache To Be Well Rounded
We're now 23 days away from the first game of the 2009 Wolverine football season (hell yeahhh!). And as this rock we call Earth hurdles its way through time and space, on an inevitable collision course with September 5th, we find it appropriate to take a moment and provide a brief contextual background on the history of the mustache. Because we all know, as Michigan alumni and fans, that the bonds that tie us reach deeper than the superficiality of the win/loss column. They cover a larger base and fit into a grander scheme. At the University of Michigan, academics play just as important a role as athletics, and perhaps no single coach exemplified this notion more than Lloyd Carr.
The word mustache comes to us from the French language (moustache), which in turn comes from Italian (mostaccio), which comes from the Greek word, moustak.- Shaving began during Neolithic times with stone razors
- The oldest known portrait of a mustached man is a Scythian horseman from 300 B.C.
- The mustache has been widely used in the military as a symbol of unity, much like the army uniform conveys organization and power.
- The mustache hit its apex during the series Magnum, P.I.
- Hungarian cuisine is rated by its ability to cling to the upper lip
- Women with an aversion to lip sweaters have latent issues with their father
- There are several styles of mustache, including (but not limited to): Hungarian, English, Imperial, Natural, Dali, Freestyle, Handlebar, Fu Manchu, Pencil, Toothbrush, and Walrus
Wilford Brimley: I am The Walrus.









