Do you grow a Nietzche-esque moustache for Halloween every year only to have people mistake you for Yosemite Sam? For any sad literary men who sport sad literary facial hair, the charity of your dreams has begun an eight-week moustache grow-a-thon today to raise money for children’s cancer research and care for Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center. The perks, besides growing your very own rocking handlebars? The winner of the contest will have their moustachioed likeness MADE INTO A BOBBLE-HEAD DOLL. Move over Dwight Schrutte, the Cancer-Hating Moustache Crusader is coming.

Get people to put money where your mouth is (near it, anyway – since we must respect how our parents taught us what a bad idea it is to put nickels in our mouths) at Mustaches Vs Cancer. You can peep some of the worthy contenders here. Every week they’ll be uploading new photos of their progress toward the world’s most perfect disease-fighting ‘stache. Competitors have until midnight on October 4 to enroll themselves in the fray. Get thy grow on! When all is then said and done, you can join these guys.

If my boyfriend and I had followed through on our original plan to be Curious George and the Man in the Yellow Hat this year, we could have posted our photos to this Flickr group of literary Halloween costumes. (If you try to tell me that Curious George doesn’t count as literature, I’m going to have to fight you). The best costumes will be posted on The New Yorker‘s book blog. So far there’s multiple Edgar Allen Poes, a Hester Prynne, a Hunter S. Thompson, and more. I guess technically I could post this photo of my costume last year (please avert your eyes if you’re easily offended—I’m the one that’s not the dragon, not the garden gnome, and not the werewolf bar mitzvah):