Bee Suit

The best of July and August 2007, according to the Back of the Cereal Box. I combined these two months into one post since July was a little content-shy.

• "Since U Put UR Finger Up My Nose," in which Kelly Clarkson causes me to be nasally violated.
• "Portions of Foxes and the Lagomorphic Vases," in which I mistake animals for objects.
• "White Trash Glitter Tranny," in which I become confused by the spam I get at work.
• "What Happened at My Brother's Bachelor Party," in which I don't actually say a whole lot.
• "The Nine Faces of Drew," in which I look black, older, younger and Modigliani-like.
• "On Vaginoplasty," in which I marvel at the power of the word "vaginoplasty" to be an internet draw.
• "Shanghaied," in which an advertisement for pants gets surprisingly racist.
• "Strange What Love Does," in which I finally see and review Inland Empire.
• "Synesthetic Appreciation of Electric Light Orchestra," in which ELO, Futurama, Don Bluth and Japanese weirdness collide.
  
• "My Mentos Moment," in which I may or may not have accepted murder evidence.
• "Whatever Happened to Space Xena?" in which I wonder what became of that one extra planet.
• "The Virgin With Green Hair," in which I discuss some of the most obscure video game minutiae I've ever written about.
• "Checkerboard," in which raining ash and hellfire become problems.
• "The Dusty Little Mermaid," in which I presume that the Futurama writers are a fairly literate bunch.
• "Small Feet, Big Steps," in which Dante goes to the beach.
• "Pre-Paid Envelope of Shame," in which I fail to make use of my Netflix account.
• "Anything Can Be a Band Name!" in which some things may not actually be band names.
• "Heavy-Handed Symbolism," in which I make resolutions about things.
• "Encyclopedia Drew and the Case of the Troublesome Tang," in which I learn that a "pong" isn't what I thought it was.
• "The Jewel-Incrusted Taj Mahal of Fax Machines," in which I lie to a tech support agent.
• "Wiki-Wacky," in which I learn all about "wikigroaning."
• "My Elastic Eye," in which an icular infection makes for the worst Fourth of July ever.

And a bonus retro post: "Bad Barfly," in which I present evidence of me being a bad bar customer who failed to insult an offending bartender.