the Unexpressed Advantage

Omelet

So last night I didn't have a lot going on, and after a couple of days of continually hearing about how Prince's performance at the Superbowl was so great, I decided that I'd watch it again during dinner.

I was pretty hungry. So I went to the kitchen to see what was up. I decided that even though it was dinner time, It was a omelet and waffles night.

I started putting together omelet ingredients, and things were looking good. Some of you may remember a few weeks back when I posted a link to the perfect omelette, and I went with that method. I've pretty much decided that that is the method I'll employ from now on. You have to figure out what the perfect temperature is for you, On my stove it's right at 50%.

This omelet turned out to be the best one yet. Completely perfectly cooked, not a brown spot on the whole thing. The insides included mozzarella cheese, tomatoes, black beans (note: only use black beans in an omelet, pinto beans are disgusting), bacon bits (a nice substitute for bacon when the bacon in your fridge is rotten), and of course nicely cut fresh avocado.

I'm obsessed with omelets. I'm not sure why.

Add to that three Eggo waffles covered with cream cheese and you're almost in heaven.

Prince

So I'm good to go with a heavenly breakfast, and I sit down with my heavenly breakfast to watch my halftime show featuring Prince. I didn't really catch it the first time, so this time I was paying attention. Like I said, it got rave reviews.

And as I watched it, only one thing was going through my mind: Prince Kills.

He absolutely kills

Best Halftime Show Ever.

Now you may have various problems with Prince; maybe you don't like his effeminate qualities, maybe you don't like the fact that he recently became a Jehovah’s Witness. Maybe his purple-ness has bugged you over the years, or the fact that his guitar, illuminated with a shadow behind a giant yellow sheet, had an incendiary position in relation to the rest of him during the halftime show (read that sentence a couple of times). Maybe you don't like the fact that he changed his name to a symbol and back again. But whatever your problem with Prince is, I'm not really interested in it.

The man simply kills. Simply kills.

For two reasons.

1. He absolutely shreds at guitar. As they moved through the 6 song medley I was shattered by his brilliant solos. As a guitarist I can only watch and kick myself for not working harder over the years. He shreds, and the night of the Superbowl he really shredded. Shredded means he plays guitar real good, in case you were wondering.

2. Purple Rain in the rain. What could be more poetically brilliant than that? He managed to avoid electrocution, and ended an already perfect show with one of his best songs; all the while spurring the crowd to insane enthusiasm. There's only one word to describe it and I already used it: brilliant. Great performer. As Randy would say, "a thousand times yes, you're going to hollywood!"

So I liked it. I've never been to a Superbowl, nor have I ever desired to go to one, but in retrospect I'd pay a pretty penny to see that one live. Lots of little purple men. That sentence didn't come out right.

Good Dinner, good entertainment.

Not bad. Not bad at all.