Welcome to BatBrow Campaign Week '08, here at The Wonder That Is My Blog! For those of you who have no idea what this means, read this. Or don't. Because really, it's completely irrational any way you slice it.
Campaign update: I'm now seventh in the Google standings for Batman eyebrows, and I'm well placed to overtake the geek alert that's in the number six spot. I think it's my strong pro-waxing stance that's really going to win me the election, although I don't wax personally, because I'm allergic to it. Yeah. To wax. My forehead gets all puffy and Cro-magnon on me, makes me look like the cave men from the Geico ads. Only marginally more female, of course.
Oh, and I never inhaled, so I've got that going for me election-wise. Except for that time I was at the Nine Inch Nails concert, but that's because there was so much smoke in the air that my choice was to inhale or die of asphyxiation. And then I was saved from a mosh riot by a giant with a pink mohawk and a tuxedo t-shirt, who called me "little lady." And I'm not even exaggerating this story for comedic effect.
Anyway, back to the Batbrowness. In celebration of the BBC, can you identify these famous eyebrows?
The answers will be posted tomorrow. All a part of my nefarious plot to keep you coming back here. I'd pay you, but I'm cheap, so I'm trying to bribe you with eyebrows instead. Is it working?