Izzy's

Izzy's Ice Cream - if you haven't been there and you like ice cream, you're really missing something. Izzy's is a prime example of a reason to frequently vacate Eagan in favor of areas closer to downtown. Yesterday, after Chari's 7th of May party, we went by Izzy's for dessert (the fried banana rolls and chocolate cake just weren't sufficient) and when I got to the counter, Pooteewheet pointed out that they had Guinness ice cream! This was a real poser, because I was interested in the banana ice cream (pretty much my favorite) and the coffee ice cream, with so much coffee in it that the grounds get stuck in your teeth. However, Izzy's always provides an out by giving you an Izzy on the top of your cone/cup, which is a small scoop of some other flavor (note the picture) - you can use it to either test a flavor you're unsure of or, as in my case, get at least a bite of banana ice cream to offset a craving when other options look better.

With options like Guinness ice cream, even my sweet-hating friend Danl might end up there. I was at his house yesterday too (we'd all been at Chari's party). He'd let his virus checker lapse and was immediately blessed with his very own version of W32.Sober. Basically he was getting booted from his internet connection every few minutes with a CSRSS.EXE interrupted and connection interrupted issue that kept babbling about his firewall. You know when you plug in the error message in Google and the only hits are within the last 168 hours that you've got virtual chlamydia. He had his very own little SMTP mail system running amuck. Fortunately, we found the cleaner tool (at the above link), cleaned it, renewed his viruschecking software and updated the definitions, and then moved on to a hot-seat game of War! Age of Imperialism. Eryn joined us for a while to scam some sunflower seeds, which she promptly puked up downstairs for Pooteewheet (she's had them before). This morning, however, she seems to have a fever, so maybe it presaged more viral issues.

Finally (check it out Steve, no card, just online) - Happy Mother's Day! To Pooteewheet, Ellen (Mom) and Geri (Mom-in-law) - well, and Katie and Allison and Jackie and Laurie and any other mothers I might bump into this weekend. No card for Mom. No card for the wife. But mom will get her annual gift - something that seems to be lacking from the cabin. John (Dad) assures me it's the never-used NordicTrack in our basement, but I'm pretty sure that's just for him. So, if you have any preferences, make sure they're known before I head up there, or you'll get another 100-pack of Tupperware.