The Rage

I do not like jogging. It's boring. It destroys your knees (even if you own a wicked-expensive pair of running shoes). It sucks.

And yesterday, an event reaffirmed my dislike of jogging. The clutch gave out. Jenny called me at the gym, frantic. I left immediately, and jogged to meet her.

That's when I found out that "The Rage" by Judas Priest is the best song for jogging. The rhythm laid down Dave Holland is perfect for a jog - not too fast, not too slow. Just right.

Although I do not recommend joggin', try going a couple of blocks with this song playing in your earphones. I think you'll agree.
jb

Below the Mason-Dixon Line

Winter is usually pretty easy here, even just below The Line.

The temperature today downtown was in the upper 50s, thanks to a good spell of sunshine for most of the afternoon.

But then it got cold. Ice cold. Ice Cream Cold. Brrrr!

The weather outside is still pretty comfortable. I could go out there in shorts and a sweatshirt at 11pm. But the problem is that I just ate a half-gallon of ice cream, straight out of the carton. BRRRR!

Now it's FREEZING in this house.

jb

My Girlfriend Tried To Kill Me Last Night…

…with a 3-piece fried chicken dinner from Royal Farms, with Western fries. A near-death experience never tasted so good.

Damn them for opening a store two blocks from the house. I am doomed.