Back in high school, when I was but a wee Beowulf, I ran for student body president. My running mate and I gave what I thought was a quality speech, with deadpan asides only complementing serious discussion of issues. But the popular dudes came on next, dancing out from behind a curtain to “U Can’t Touch This.” And I put my hands over my eyes to say: There’s no stopping those dufuses now.

They didn’t win. (Neither did we.) Unfortunately, a few people remembered my body language more than what I actually said, coming up to me with hands to their faces. They probably meant well. I just took them for jerks.

But now, though the new Brokers with Hands on Their Faces blog, I finally see the humor in others’ disappointment. It’s self-explanatory, but I’m going to explain it anyway: every day, as many as five pretty stellar photos of Wall Street stockbrokers with their upper appendages fixed to their noggins appear on this tumblr. (If this rollercoaster economy keeps it up — or down, really — expect to see many more of these daily illuminations.)

It’s equal parts awful and awesome: people seemingly taking eye examination tests, boxing lessons, pulling dramatic / heroic faces or just trying to keep their chins up. But hey, doesn’t pain breed puns? Point in case: