So, on Friday, September 9th, 2005, I, with help from my friends Jen, Casey, and Chris, attempted to make such a mold of my head, but submerging my head in plaster. This turned out to be a complete disaster. Much to my own amusement, I almost suffocated. It was quite an experience.
I had everything meticulously planned out in my head, however, I was distracted by Conan O'Brien immediately before beginning work, and all that planning went out the door. I had my assitants begin mixing the plaster before my head was fully prepared for molding, and so a whole bucket of plaster cured before my head even touched it. When I finally was ready, there was not enough plaster left to fully submerge my head as planned. This probably saved my life. I had lined the bucket with vasoline prior to pouring the plaster, and my hair was wrapped in plastic, and my entire head was coated with vasoline, so that (in theory) every thing would slide right out. It did not quite work like that... I had straws taped to each nostril to allow for breathing. However, the right side closed off almost immediately upon submerging my head, and then as the plaster was curing, the other straw system started closing off. It was then that I decided that I should probably remove my head from the bucket. Only, the plaster was stuck to the bucket, and my head was mostly encased in with the plaster. I began to imagine the 911 phone call: "Yes, um, my friend's head is submerged in a bucket of plaster and he's suffocating" "..."
Jen an Casey started to get a bit excited, as Chris snapped away photos of my life slowly draining from my body. After much pulling, tugging, squeezing, shouting, and hand gestures and foot knocks, I was finally able to pry my head out of the plaster.
The link below is to a photo album of the event. Photos were primarily taken by Chris, once he figured out how to actually take pictures with my camera.
Jen said it was when she heard the strange gurlgling sound coming me that she began to get worried.