the gift that keeps on giving (no, not syphilis)

For his birthday, I sent my brother some burgers from Omaha Steaks. At the checkout, Omaha Steaks successfully upsold me on some fancy dog treats. My brother's puppy's name is Guinness (he's "pint-sized"). I received this in reply:

Sibling,

Thank you for the gift of meat. They look like they will be delicious. And Guinness seems to really enjoy his super-fancy treats. If he had the mental capacity to understand from where the treats came and how they came to be his, he would be very appreciative. Until that day comes, he's just plain happy.

A super-fun treat was also packaged with the gift. Since the burgers needed to stay cold, they logically packaged them up in a big styrofoam cooler with a big bag of dry ice. And as we all learned in 8th grade science class, dry ice is freakin awesome. As soon as I encountered the bag of dry ice, I immediately grabbed a small marble cutting board and froze all my spare change because it makes that high pitched sound when you press a quarter on a piece of dry ice. Then I made fog. I made lots and lots of glorious fog.

It was quite fun as is evidenced in the attatched picture.

I will most likely grill those bad boys this weekend and get to have just as much fun all over again, just with meat instead of fog. 

Thanks,
Brian

I'm not even exactly certian of what's happening in this picture. Is this the change before it's been frozen? Or after? Change makes noise when frozen? Suzanne Vega said "blood makes noise," but I don't think she was using dry ice. Someone send her some Omaha Steaks.