Board of life.

While reading the Sunday paper last week, I came across an ad for a local store in San Francisco called Gamescape.  This store is said to have one of the most extensive collection of board games available.  I'm itching to go check out their store.  I <3 board games...  It's the nerd in me, which is all of me.  To make it even cooler, they team up with this cafe across the street every Wednesday evening to host board game nights.  I want to go but I'm not sure if anyone would go with me.  I've been asking around and people sound skeptical.  Someone go with me!  This could be the beginning of finding things to do in San Francisco that does not involve alcohol although it wouldn't be considered nightlife since it runs from 6 to 10.  I hope they have pog events.

Friday night I went to the Nob Hill Masonic Auditorium to watch Conan O'Brien in his stand up tour Legally Prohibited From Being Funny On Television Tour.  In all honesty, the opening act by Reggie Watts completely put Conan's performance to shame.  Don't get me wrong.  Conan was good, but Reggie Watts had some gut-busting jokes.  A lot of the material that Conan had planned didn't pan out, but he really shined when interacting with the audience and just being himself.  Most of the scripted portions were predictable but still funny.  Some of the show was meant to be nostalgic with the reintroduction of familiar skits and characters of the Late Night and Tonight show.  Overall a good show.  7/10

I'm having doubts about the playoff beard.  It's beginning to be a burden.  At this point it's very patchy but, at the same time, very long.  When I eat, my 'stache is going in my mouth from the sides and into my nose at the top.  Not exactly a comfortable situation.  Since the Sharks are one break I've been thinking about shaving it and just doing a playoff beard per round and just cycle as the rounds go.  Of course there have been objections since it holds a 2-0 record. 

Out of material.  End.

Until next time,

Frosted Flakes mascot Tony the Tiger has son named Tony Jr., a daughter named Antoinette, and a wife that were used in early advertising commercials.

-Alex Thunderlips