I was allowed to enter two snowglobes in the competition, in recognition of my prior work in twin studies, or at least in seeing double. On the left is the 'desert version', using sand, in a hipster revival of those sand pictures from the 80s. I can't remember the theme of the right-hand one because absinthe cocktails.
Old Jem was simply not clear on the concept.
At the end of the elimination rounds, with only AK and I left in the contest, there was nothing for it but to prove the merits of our rival snowglobes by seeing who could hold his beard closer to the candle flame without setting it afire.
(Slaves-of-crystal-brain image updated thanks to Joe in comments)