(it's midnight somewhere) Happy Newt Year

[driftsintobuffetline]

[So, it's midnight and when the video comes on, Time Square is SCREAMING LOUD: the countdown has just hit ONE, the ball has dropped, there's kazoos and buzzers and poppers and fireworks and sparklers and Auld Lang Syne sung by a million drunk people who have drowned out the speakers pumping in the music.

And that's just the soundtrack.

But the focus of video, which is very clearly a slightly sloppy selfie by a possibly drunk Newton Geiszler, is the lip-lock he now has on his lab-mate, Hermann Gottlieb. His cheeks are rosy from the cold and Hermann is nearly overtaken by his parka hood, and they're being jostled by the crowd, but the kiss lasts a good long time before they finally break apart.

Before he shuts off the feed, Newt brings the phone closer and declares VERY LOUDLY and VERY SHRILLY so he's heard over the noise:]

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Comments

[mathemagier]

I'm not certain of that, grroupie.

[Yep that sure is an obnoxious roll of his tongue there]

[driftsintobuffetline]

[There are better uses for that tongue than rolling a few Rs.

Gonna just kiss you now, you hot nerd.]

[mathemagier]

[Oh well, he's not going to complain about that. Perhaps he should do it more often, if this would be a consistent result]

Hm.. well I do believe you may have a point after all.