Wednesday – 11 April 2007
Two and change down, two to go.

Last night, after work, I met , Staci and Pat for coffee at Jitterbug. (Once again: If you’re in the Sugar House area, drop in and say “Hi” to Bruce and crew. The shop is at 1855 South 700 East.) Apparently, Tuesday night is Stitch ‘n’ Bitch – or a close analogue – night at Jitterbug. I walked in to see at least 12 people, knitting needles and yarn in hand… more showed up over the course of the evening.

Last night was All Flesh Must Die night. Or, it was supposed to be. We showed up. Gaming materials were produced. But, we didn’t play. Instead, we sat around and BS’ed the evening away… which was at least as much fun as playing would have been.

This morning started off with me attempting to procure a cup of frozen mocha goodness. The Fates, however, had different ideas. It would seem as though the machine from which the Blessed Elixir is given was broken. BROKEN!!! Frozen caffeinated salvation was not to be mine. Instead, I wound up getting iced mocha almost-as-goodness.

I would make an “Ice Ice Baby” reference here, but I am afraid that nearly everyone who read it would immediately assume that I meant the song by Vanilla Ice. That would be about as far from the truth as one could get.

My reference would be from the Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity, from whom Mr. Van Winkle lifted the tag line… for which he was subsequently sued (second paragraph).

From there, it was on to the SLC office to pick up a few things that needed to come south of the county line. The road monkeys were intermittently annoying. Fortunately, the iPod picked up most of the slack, once again:

  • Rush – Crossroads
  • Snoop Dogg (ft. Pharell) – Drop It Like It’s Hot
  • Ozzy Osbourne – Crazy Train
  • Snake River Conspiracy – How Soon Is Now
  • Tina Turner – The Bitch Is Back
  • Drowning Pool – Bodies
  • Kool & the Gang – Jungle Boogie

Hearing Jungle Boogie put me not in the mindset of Pulp Fiction, but this.

Break’s over. Back on your heads.

Namaste.