Sometimes, when I get bored and thirsty, I just start throwing random stuff into my blender. Unfortunately, nine-times-out-of-ten, the result ends up being a complete disaster. I now realize that trying to blend a lone flip-flop with some potatoes and a whole can of CheezWhiz back in ‘77 was a bad idea, and I have paid dearly for that one by way of a two-percent loss of equilibrium. Tonight was nothing like that fateful day. Blendius, the Greek God of Blending, must have loaned me his entire emerald shotgun/sceptre full of good blending karma to me. Old boy has been pretty stingy with it ever since I invented that new alphabet. At any rate, for tonight’s mortality distraction, I heedlessly tossed a cadre of hand-selected Central Market strawberries, what-was-left of a bottle of Kahlua, a half-cup of yogurt, and three tablespoons of confectionary sugar into ye olde 1.21 Gigawatt Osterizer. I cranked that sumbitch up to 11 (the only speed) until I smelled burning. Then, I enjoyed what is sure to be the new over-21 smoothie phenomenon of 2006. I’m calling the beverage “Bullet Bob’s Strawberry Infinigon” until Coor’s or the metasnazz files a lawsuit. Also, mitya000 please note that my new pride-obliterating blender technique is most unstoppable. Do-da-do-da-do.