You Decide 2008: Results

by D.O.

Unless you live under a rock, on Mars, or you’ve failed to take my advice and get yourself an rss reader, then you know that yesterday was a big day here at online diary for the masses. For the first time in odfm history (and D.O. history for that matter), I extended an opportunity for you to decide my next facial hairdo. I gave you twelve utterly unsightly options, and you chose which one you wanted to see on my face.

The turnout for yesterday’s poll (another first at odfm) was just monumental.  An unprecedented twenty people showed up at their local computers to submit up to three votes each (these twenty people accounted for 29% of yesterday’s total visitors). Thirty eight total votes were cast, and after all was said and done, there seemed to be a clear winner.

Clippers

What you may or may not have realized though, is that yesterday was April Fool’s Day. (It was also my wonderful parent’s 30th wedding anniversary, which is awesome, but beside the point at hand.) So all day long while the masses were hurrying to connect to the Internet to ensure that they were able to cast their votes, I was at work thinking about how much colder my face was and how hardly any food was stuck to my beard. That’s right. I’d already shaved. I shaved back on March 29th. So… April Fool’s!

Now I ask that you not get mad, feeling as though I’ve betrayed my beloved reader’s trust. That is not the case. I simply wanted to join the ranks of Internet heroes such as Google in hosting a little April Fool’s prank of my own. And trust me, this was the least painful of the options I had in mind.

But all was not lost. Like I said, I did indeed shave, and I also left some hair on my face for good measure. Ladies, eat your hearts out. Gentlemen, it’s okay to be jealous. All, I give you… The Handlebars (Timeless Edition):

Handlebar

Again, please do not feel betrayed by this harmless little joke. Take heart in knowing that I’m walking around the hood of Philly looking like the truest of all gangsta’s (nothing screams street-cred like a red mustache). And also find solace in the fact that I hereby promise that never again will I (intentionally) lead you astray here at odfm… unless it’s another day whose date is April 1.