The Super Bowl Wrapup

Going into yesterday, I really *wanted* to see Arizona to win The Super Bowl, but logically I *expected* the Steelers would take it and run with it. The game actually ended up being entertaining (all the way to the end, unlike so many other games I’ve seen this year), and closer then I really expected. That said, for a moment (or more like 4 minutes), I really thought Arizona had it.. oh well… some other year.

Overall, I was f-in impressed *and* entertained, and that’s not an easy thing to do to me with a football game (Anyone who knows me knows I’m *not* a sportsfan kinda guy)… between the 100 yard interception run and the nail biting way it swung back and forth.. I was engaged the entire time. Good game.

BUT… what the hell was with the refs? No, I’m not saying anything like “The cardinals would have won if the refs hadn’t been throwing penalties all night long” because lets face it, I didn’t see a penalty thrown at them they didn’t deserve… but exactly where in the rulebook is punching an opponent while he’s on the ground trying to get up *not* grounds to eject someone from the game? I get that penalizing the Steelers yardage for it would have been, well, a non-issue because the line was already in their endzone, but take the asshole who was doing it (Sorry, I don’t remember his name right now) and toss his ass out of the rest of the game. Would it have made a difference in the outcome of the game? No, but it would have taught him a lesson (“Dude, you got tossed from the fucking super bowl for being a douche, GOOD JOB ASSHAT!”)

Now, all that said, just how old *is* Bruce Springsteen these days? And more importantly, who made the decision to let him run rampant during the Super Bowl Half Time show? Seriously. I mean, if look at the last 5 years of Super Bowl Halftime performances, Paul McCartney, The Rolling Stones, Prince, Tom Petty and now Bruce Springsteen… Am I the only one thinking “Wow, that list went to shit in a hurry!”. For the record, I liked the Prince performance, phallic guitar and all, and I’m a big Tom Petty fan personally, but even *I* can admit that going from “Sir Paul and the fuckin STONES MAN” to “Petty and Springsteen” is a atleast two or three steps down the stairway of musical talent.

And what the hell was with the cheesy referee/springsteen interplay? Are we trying a bit too hard to make Bruce seem cool and hip, or what? The only way it could have been worse was if he fist-bumped the ref and said “We Straight Dawg!”

Thursday Morning Roundup

Sorry that I’ve been slacking on the update front. Been a lot going on the last since the holidays ended, read on for the scoop..

  • The renovations worked out okay in the end. I’ll get some pics up as soon as I remember to hook my camera up to my PC and dump them
  • Welcome to Fantasy Island – Ricardo Montalban, dead at 88.
  • The Lyrics Database here at LtB be growing by leaps and bounds, and I’ve got something else in the works as soon as I can spend some time working the kinks out of the code.
  • Found out my dayjob is going to be folding up shop sometime this year for sure. Kind of saw this coming for a long time now, it’s a long story, but having the finality of the situation confirmed is well, saddening, but also a relief. Now to figure out what to do with my life going forward. 🙂
  • The little WOW related craigslist ad I linked a while back got so many funny ha has, I found another I felt the need to share. Hmm.. maybe this is my future career path.. “Professional Codegirl Trainer”….
  • Remember little Adolf? Well, he’s without a home today.

Dear Beyonce, If you were a boy…

In light of your newest single, I thought I’d take a moment to share something with you.

If you were a boy, you would have never gotten cast in Destiny’s Child (cause, you know, it’s a FEMALE group). You would then never had broken into acting, (Can you imagine, Austin Powers with a transvestite sidekick? I think not.), launched a solo career, nor (unless you know something I don’t) married Jay-Z.

In short, if you were a boy, none of us would know of you, care about you, nor would you be the success you are now; big-assed guys who can sing are a dime a dozen.

You have a vag, don’t fight it, don’t hate on it, just be glad of it.

A Ponderance

Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.
-Albert Einstein