We're Back, Baby!

That's right! After a week off, we got right back in the swing of things. This time it was at Joe's place, and the only criticism I have is that we almost starved to death! I know he meant well, but 2 large pizzas (one fully topped with suasage and peperoni), 3 genrously sized parmigiana heroes, an order of lasagna, fresh grated cheese, gourmet sodas, hummis and crackers, endless water that ran through 87 filters, and no less than 3 different kinds of ice cream just wasn't enough to keep Sue, Paul, Rich, and me from feeling famished!

All joking aside, the food was great, and we were all sufficiently stuffed. Which is how I like it. In fact, if I lived nearby, I think I'd consider knocking on his door right about now (the morning after) to see if I can help polish off some of those leftofvers. Italian food for breakfast is awesome.

Anyway, Snitter was so excited to see us that he released ass-air into our air no-fewer than 3 times, and it was pretty toxic for a pup that gets food that costs more than what I get (save for nights that I am not eating at Joe's, where the food bill must set him back at least a week's worth of comic books)! Snitter celebrated once when I got there, but when Paul showed up, he was so excited that he let it fly twice.

Enough of this reporting on the dog's digestive issues and let's get to the goods. This time it was Sue who didn't get to read, mainly because I decided to read about some recent debates I had been having with some of my associates, and that took...oh...HOURS!!! Sorry about that, guys! I loved it, but I didn't mean to have it all be about me!

Next up was Paul, who wrote something about fish. I don't know what it is with that guy, but I.... (Steve looks around cautiously and whispers) I think he's losing his mind! He THINKS HE'S A FISH!. I'm joking here, because the piece was actually excellently symbolic. We're all fish in "the big sea" (the title of his work) when we're driving home late at night and there are tons of cops out on the road looking for heavy-footed drivers. And ones with Night Rider flashing lights on the hood of their cars. (Not that Paul ever had those back in the late 1980s or anything.)

Joe's piece was excellent, as usual, and there was more than one time that I found myself wishing I had a dictionary, because this guy's vocabulary is majorly impressive. I guess surrounding yourself with more books than a floor of the New York City Public Library (you should see his media room!) really does help you out in that department! "RIF. Reading is Fundemental." His piece was specifically about the roles that horror films play, the public's sometimes erroneous perception of the medium's worth, and the difference between what is quality and what is not. And how all this same kind of stuff is seen throughout other areas in life. So, in other words, it was a typical Joe piece, and it was a typical Coffee Crew piece, and it was excellent. I love this group!

Rich, too, didn't read, but I didn't include him in the "getting the shaft" statement above, because he actually had admitted right off the bat that he didn't bring anything and wanted to take a night off from reading. We'll catch up with him and Sue next time.

This was meeting # 21.