BVS and BTTHD.

It's be incredibly satisfying seeing someone at the other end of the room raise his arms triumphantly and cry, "HOT DOGS!" Especially when those are *your* hot dogs he's holding. In other words, I'm happy to say that my contribution to the Greenhouse Christmas gift exchange was a resounding success. As for the other gifts, once again a good portion were simply useless gifts from last year, but there was a new ray of uselessness shining upon our congregation this time. Behold!



(Sorry about the doorknob in the corner -- I had to wedge my camera into the kitchen cupboards to get the frame lined up.)

You're looking at no less than fourteen button-up T-shirts, ranging from S to XXL, all embroidered with the initials "BVS". I'm not sure what to do with them... but I assure you, something shall be done. But if anybody has an idea, I'd love to hear it.

For that matter, I'd love to hear your guess as to what BVS stands for.

Broken Velcro Straps?
Boolean Variable Separator?
Batman Versus Scarecrow?
Bovine Vaccination Squad?
Beat Vibration Synchronization?
Burnt Vaseline Sandwich?

That's six... I guess I need eight more.