The next article will be up tomorrow, and it's looking to be a doozy. I can usually guess how I'm going to like an article by how excited I am to write it, and with this one, I'm like...floating around with Cupid hearts and little tiny Campbell's Stars spinning around my head. By the way, I think I'm up to around ten e-mails from readers naming "something red that has to do with winter but not Christmas;" another testament to why I should never make blanket statements and ask people to prove me wrong. Someone named Aaron wrote in with the Rose Bowl: "Last I checked, Rose is a shade of red, and
New Year's Day falls right in the middle of winter." I don't know who this Aaron character thinks he is, but I just put the order out to explode his balls.
Anyway, a few posts down, I mentioned us being stuck here last weekend during that big snowstorm, with nothing but an 18-pack of overpriced Michelob holiday beer to entertain us. It was one of those sampler pack deals, and you know how that works -- anytime you're faced with the issue of actually contemplating a beer's flavor, you realize just how terrible it tastes. That's not a universal law (I like the taste of plenty of 'em), but when it comes to something like a Michelob 18-pack featuring beers that aren't good enough to be sold year round, there's bound to be some trouble. Some were pretty good, others tasted like wet socks rung out over pails of sick. Using each beer as a backdrop for different Christmassy activities, the fact that we were stuck home in a snowstorm made our first mission a natural choice -- we had to make a snowman.

God's Cooler.

It was a lot colder than we were anticipating, so we skipped out on the traditional process and opted to create a snowman more open to interpretation. I used the excuse that my girlfriend didn't know how to use a digital camera to get her to all the work. Not wanting the Arctic touch clamming up my poor hands, I pretended to have all sorts of problems getting it to operate properly and focus correctly, so she didn't complain. Hey, we only had two pairs of gloves, and she got the thicker ones.

There's our snowman. He's not going to win any awards, but that's okay -- I would've never figured out a way to lug him to the snowman competition sites anyway. The arms are actually branches ripped from a tall bamboo tree we banished to our front porch during the summer, while the eyes and buttons are -- appropriately enough -- beer bottle caps. Hardest part was getting the carrot to stick in there, but whatever... I wasn't the one who got stuck with that job. It pays to be the photographer.
Posted by Matt on 12/12/2003. E-mail me!










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