Skull-blogging: Face-in-the-Frost edition (101 uses for an enticingly high forehead)

Is it just me getting older, or does the Cranial Snowglobe Competition and Absinthe Cocktails night at the Old Entomologist seem to come earlier each year?
Another Kiwi's design used paper rather than fake snow, inspired by the conceit that if you shake up a pile of files often enough, eventually they will settle out in an orderly and properly indexed arrangement. You can tell that AK has lived through a number of departmental restucturings.


I was allowed to enter two snowglobes in the competition, in recognition of my prior work in twin studies, or at least in seeing double. On the left is the 'desert version', using sand, in a hipster revival of those sand pictures from the 80s. I can't remember the theme of the right-hand one because absinthe cocktails.

Greenish Hugh and Space-time Eddie had a combined entry. They reckoned it wasn't salacious because no nipples were visible as long the snow keeps swirling. I blame post-modernism.

At the end of the elimination rounds, with only AK and I left in the contest, there was nothing for it but to prove the merits of our rival snowglobes by seeing who could hold his beard closer to the candle flame without setting it afire.
It turns out that absinthe cocktails are not much good for extinguishing burning beards, and they certainly do not improve the smell. No-one could have predicted that.