Super Monday

Watched the Superbowl last night as I'm solo an additional 7 million Americans did, and god knows how many people world wide.

Not being a football fan, I typically watch for the commercials and other not football related in the game, like people getting punched, of massive power outages. I was lucky last night and both of theses things happened.

Some time in the first half one of the larger men on the purple team was tackled by and equally large man on the second team. I'm not sure if this was the murderer and the homophob, but for the sake of this blog we will assume it was, because what transpired after was kick ass.

After the large murder was tackled by the homophob and his teammates the murder's teammates began fighting with the homophob's teammates. Now there's And instant replay of the tackle, in which you can clearly see the homophob punching the ever living what out of the murderer's stomach. I had honestly wished that this had continued for the duration of the game, which would have made the first quarter much better. But alas it did not, something better happened.

After a lip syncing hussy took the stage and pranced around in 6in stilettos (which is no where near as impressive as the unic high wire guy from last year)  the second half began...and then stopped. Apparently the lip syncing hussy's stage show used up all the power in part of the stadium, which postponed the game for 15 minutes, which was over the course of 38 minutes.

This gave us a chance to hear the lovely commentary by the announcers, spent the whole time speculating if the power outage was going to cause a shift in the momentum the purple team had through the first half and into the start of the second half. This same question was asked in about 26 different waste over the 38 minutes, in addition to showing a highlight real 3 times from the first half, which showed the purple team trouncing the red team.

Overall the game was marginally  exciting on account of the punching and power outage, though I wished the murderer had actually murdered one of the homophobs. One the other hand the commercials with the exception of three sucked. Doritos impressed as always, the goat in particular, and the axe commercial which has now coined the phrase "nothing beats an astronaut" which I'm sure will became a mem involving cats in a matter of seconds after it aired.

I hope next year something really cool happens or I'll care even less.

Fuck the police

A lovely statement brought to you in the early 80's by NWA Also the way I'm feeling this morning.

So last week it snowed, I think that was on Friday. I drove to the bus stop caught the bus and went to work. Then, like a moron on the way home I got off at the wrong stop, (6 blocks away from my car) so I said fuck it I'm not walking there in the snow, plus TW and I are meeting friends for dinner. All of this is OK because the car has both an overnight parking sticker and can be parked on where it was till 9am Monday, the day o intended to move it.

So here it is Monday and I have a fucking ticket, which looks yo be dated last Monday which is impossible, since that would mean that I has been driving with a parking ticket for a week. What I'm sure happened is that some cock bag small town cop with a superiority complex ticketed me bacuse he knew no one could prove the car wasn't there on the 21st.

So NWA had the right idea, fuck the police.

Also I just saw an old dude with a pipe and a deer stalker in the subway and I wholeheartedly I believe I just saw Sherlock Holmes, based solely on the hat and pipe.

This weekend was an interesting/stupidly busy one. We had friendly social events, going away parties,and a funeral. All of which are sad in their own way, though some more then others for obvious reasons. Its ala out missing people, the friends you realize you don't see enough, the person taking away you realize you won't likely see again, and the funeral is the final realization that you will not talk to this person anymore. It strange, when that notion actually hits you, you realize that we spend a majority of out lives staying good bye.

BTW we'll make our way back to the list format soon.