Mike Faerber | Points in Case Assistant Editor

Mike Faerber attends the University of Texas along with the 2005 National Champion Longhorn Football team. He majors in Radio-TV-Film or
whatever major you say after he asks, "What’s your major?" Mike rarely skips class and almost hurls every time he takes a shot. He saw his first pair of breasts at
age 17. At age 19 he finally came to... the realization that boobs are awesome. He also grew a beard in his two year coma, and has formed a search party (made up of
delicious snacks) for his mouth. Scientists once tried to extract DNA from his hair, but instead ended up extracting even more hair from his DNA. In his off time, he gets
naked, complains, and dreams of being a comic. Mike is funny. Mike isn’t very funny.

 

Columns

So College
A
curious introspective into the soul of college, woven with a love of comedy and absurdity that will leave you in stitches.

The Hard Way

A retrospective guide to surviving and making the most of your college experience. Learn how to do it right...from the guy who always gets it wrong.

 

Blog

Beard on Tap

Full-bodied, heavy on the tongue, and great head: that's Mike to the Tea (not that he'd be caught dead with such a sissy drink.) Drink up! Soak it in while you can,
because once the wet humor runs dry, you'll be thirsting for more of this strange brew.

 

Articles

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Extended Bio

An excerpt from The Man, The Wolf, The Confusion: Autobiography of Mike Faerber



A particularly curious note about this autobiography is that I find myself most frazzled and distracted to the point that I must retreat to the most private areas of my
estate and consciousness if it is to ever be completed. What with being constantly hounded by fans and the help alike, this book has become quite the chore and hence not
an automatic biography, but rather a laborious “Manu-biography” All kidding aside I believe it was my grandfather who told me to start from the beginning, and
never finish too early, the ladies are not fond of that.



As you peruse this, know that it was written by a boy/man who never quite found his niche. Possessing qualities of many groups, it has been much difficult to define
myself. Thus I present the metaphor of Mike the Werewolf: half man, half wolf, no place to hide from society’s silver bullet of conformity. You are this or you are
that and there is no room in between. Identity has always been one of my most plaguing concerns, and intriguing subjects. Thus, much of the Werewolf’s humor derives
from this ostracized existence. It also is a really cool nickname that I made up for myself.



Although labels and names are all too convenient for a world drowning in complexity, I propose that their constructed nature is just as debilitating as the chaos they
battle. Perhaps a man’s actions serve as better evidence of his being, undaunted by the simplicity of the aforementioned misnomers. So who am I but a sum of the
repeated actions I make? Frequently I grow facial hair and hair in general. It is a source of narcissistic pride that has no real basis except my own hollow need for love.
I play guitar… badly, I do stand-up… infrequently, and I make movies… amateurly. I laugh at things I shouldn’t, take pictures of myself, and
can’t tell when girls are hitting on me. This is probably because they aren’t. Overall I make a lot of mistakes, and can’t understand why.



I guess I’m just trying too hard.

Pictures


Casual.


Not so casual.


Sophisticated.


Where did my shirt go?


Balloons and unbuttoned pants


Just plain ROCKIN'