Large Can

Of all the questions that I get asked about ZFS!, the one I hear the most would have to be, "So... you really think you're funny, huh?" followed by a deep sigh of resignation that's usually accompanied by a pointed glare or simply some spitting. While that is certainly a valid question, I'm not going to answer it in this post (because, quite frankly, the answer is obvious: I think I'm hilarious).

I will, however, today address what ranks as the second-most asked question about this blog, and that question is this: "When are we going to see pictures of you in a blue-painted room hoisting an out-sized can of cheap, Danish lager?"

Despite the fact that that's an eerily specific question to have been asked so many times by so many different people, I give you, finally, this:



Note how huge the can is relative to the size of my hand; that's a quart of un-quality beverage I'm holding there, and, yes, that's a look of wary determination plastered across my whiskery face. I'm happy to report that, over the course of the hour that followed the taking of this picture, I managed to drink the entire can down to its dregs, stopping only to consume truly decedent amounts of homemade guacamole while Girlfriend, our friend Amy and I watched the worst movie I have personally seen in a very long time.

So, there you have it. The deed is done. I hope that I have once and for all satisfied your thirst (no pun intended) for photographic evidence that showcases me, my living room and a large can of unpleasant beer.

Further questions? Don't hesitate to ask! I'm probably sober enough to answer them!