Saturday : 20 May 2006
And so, the week comes to a close. Selah. It’s been a good week and so far, the weekend has been good, too.

<< Rewind <<
Friday was good. Work wasn’t stressful. The monkeys were, for the most part, quiet. I had lunch with a friend at a place called Costa Vida; the food was good. It will be a nice lunchtime option in the future.

After work, Clitorati. Good turn-out. Odd conversations, per usual – topics ranged from “frozen penis” to “serial killers,” with some unusual stops along the way. Yes, you read that correctly: “Frozen penis.” Explanation: a couple of weeks ago, I was thumbing through Salt Lake Magazine and found the following historical tidbit:

Answer Bee
Tackling all your Utah-related quandaries

Monday, May 1, 2006
Q. I’ve heard that “wasatch” (as in Wasatch Mountains) means frozen, er, anatomy. Is this true?

A. Back when Answer Bee was just a larvae we used to joke about this one, too. On the hive schoolyard we’d say things like, “It’s so cold out here my little bee ‘wasatch’ is going to fall off,” that kind of thing. Then when I got older, and started my lustrous career as a pollen gatherer and magazine mascot, guess I either forgot that dirty little linguistic fact or simply chalked it up to urban myth.

But it turns out “Wasatch” comes from a Ute/Paiute Indian phrase pronounced wu-hu’seai. It does mean “frozen penis.” According to Southern Paiutes, an otherwise dry history book by LaVan Martineau, centuries ago, Utes hunting between Heber and Provo were hit by a big blizzard and one of the hunters died. When they found him he was kaput, and “his penis was frozen stiff.”

Living in the valley between the Oquirrh (pronounced “ochre”) and Wastach “Frozen Penis” Mountains, how was I supposed to pass that up?! That’s right: I couldn’t.

> Play >
Today was rather relaxed and relaxing. I slept in this morning, I apparently needed the rest. (Go figure.) brought the boys over around 1:00; I watched them while she ran some errands. When she came back, the four of us went to Dr. Volt’s (to feed my four-color addiction) and then to T.G.I. Fridays for a late lunch/early dinner. After that, it was on to The Gateway. While I ran into the Apple Store, she watched the boys as they played in the fountain. I came out and watched them play. Comedy. Straight up, soaking wet comedy. We brought the boys home so that they could bathe, warm up and get into dry clothes.

I went back out to and Uriah’s place. They were throwing a party for multiple occasions, but my reason for going was to say “Goodbye and good luck,” to , who is going to California (with an aching in [his] heart…). He was hired by a firm in a field that interests him. He seemed quite hopeful about this prospect. Best wishes and safe travels to him.

The Adventures of Angel Eva and Indigo Bolt –    
Back to ‘s to watch (and offer some assistance) as she leveled her CoH character. She’s been doing a good job of beating down the criminal element in Paragon City. And, as of tonight, she made it to Security Level 8. (But, she did not rock out.) When she was done, I went on patrol for about an hour. I met my contact in Founders’ Falls; she sent me on a couple of missions in Brickstown. Objective: Take on The Freakshow. I did. Many times over. I fought seventy-plus of them. And I’m still 128k away from Security Level 35.

But, I did rock out today and last night:

  • I rocked out on the elevated part of the train line in Brickstown

  • I rocked out on top of a guard tower in “The Hollows”

  • I even rocked out on top of City Hall in Atlas Park.

And that, as they say, is that.

Namaste.