It's official: the beard is gone. That's right, I'm in full-on moustache mode. Let me tell you - it. is. glorious. You cannot miss this show tomorrow night.

In other news, Scamper almost died last night. After a stirring rehearsal, we decided to stroll in the lovely evening weather to our local watering hole to have a few libations and watch the last few innings of the local nine's baseball contest. As we walked by a softball field, we heard the always dangerous call of "Heads!"

We look up at the last moment to see an errant softball raining down right upon us. We all flinched and contorted our bodies like cerebral palsy sufferers, preparing for our leather-bound fates. Luckily, the ball just missed us, smacking hard on the pavement right next to our feet. It was almost all over, just like that. That ball came this close to richocheting off of all four of our craniums, killing Scamper instantly.

After this near death experience, we were feeling understandably philosophical. We thought about our lives and our place in the universe. More importantly, we asked ourselves - what was the last thing we were talking about right before we died?

We were making fun of former Scamper bassist Marc Roderick's pathetic moustache during the first Moustache Show.

The lesson? Always be talking about something important when you're walking by a softball field. You don't want your last thoughts on this planet to revolve around Roderick and his terrible, TERRIBLE 'stache.