The Blizzard of 2/11/06.

As Hamas' recent electoral victory has taught us, the world can still produce exhilarating, destructive surprises. Last night, as Providence was gradually cloaked in white (a non-threatening, wintry counterpoint to the ebullience of Hamas green?), the Grouse played host to, among other things: the bhanghra-induced destruction of our neon Amstel Light sign; a furious dance-off featuring two of the blogosphere's most consequential tastemakers, sending this blogger, who had hitherto single-handedly sustained the dance floor, fleeing like an armless Grendel from the mead hall; two heartfelt renditions of "Since You've Been Gone"; and birthday-boy Nathan performing the "mashed potato" to Lightning Bolt.

Which is to say: fears regarding Trife's immanent demise are, for the moment at least, forestalled.