Stew

I'm working on a DVD right now.

It's a compilation of every video my friend Drew and I have made since coming to college.

It's called "BS Stew." I suppose it's called that because it kind of sounds like BSU, and it's a veritable "stew" of different movies.

Yeah...

Well, I guess that's what happens when you name a DVD at three in the morning.

Wow. Three in the morning. I should have been using that time to work on a paper. I don’t think TIE Fighter doodles will cut it this time.

Anyway, one of you craaaaaaazy commenters has managed to once again intrigue me.

Here was the comment:

Merry Christmas Reinman,

I just happened to come across a picture that you may be in desire of.

-A Snow Goon


First, I was glad to see that the sentence ended in a preposition. It's comforting to know that my commenters are upholding the same grammatical standard that I've established here.

But the commenter’s name has given me cause to doubt the sincerity of the offer.

After all, there are two major philosophies by which I live. The first, clearly, is the very title of this blog.

The second, directly borrowed from the greatest comic strip of all time, is:

“Snow goons are bad news”

Therefore, I’m not sure who this snow goon is or what picture he or she is offering me, but I can already tell it’s bound to be trouble.

Nevertheless, I will—cautiously—view the picture.

If you don’t have my e-mail address, snow goon, I’ve decided it’s about time I included it in my profile for just such an occasion as this.

I mean, how could I possibly turn down another potential Lazar Wolf?

(And if it's not an MS paint graffitied frenzy, don't fret. Contrary to general appearances, You Never Can Tell with Bees does not discriminate against "normal" photos.)