Happy V Day
It’s funny – I blinked and two weeks went by since the last time I posted. I’d been really good about regular posting, but it’s amazing what a short vacation and a huge workload will do to that schedule.
So, let’s see….
The Super Bowl
A lot of people decried this as one of the worst in recent memory – and certainly it wasn’t pretty. I actually enjoyed it, not just because the rain was a new factor but because Peyton had to work for his ring. Had the Bears been even worse, there would have been a lot of people talking about how he backed into a ring or some such nonsense. It’s hard not to be glad for the guy, even though it takes away some of the fun of poking fun at him and Dungy. I will say this – before the season started, I stated that I wouldn’t bet on the Colts to win an important game again until they actually won one of them. That alone should have been the signal that this was their year to shine. (Though, that being said I did win on them anyhow through a Super Bowl grid bet. Luck favors the idiot, I suppose.)
And then there are the Chargers, who have somehow messed up their head coach position even worse than the Cowboys who (stifling a laugh here) hired Wade Phillips. After the Chargers announced Marty would be back next year...then then fired him this week. There's no way to pretty that up - it's a clusterfuck. Most of the good candidates have been snapped up, and San Diego goes from being the prohibitive favorite to win the Super Bowl to a team in disarray. Sure, Schottenheimer would have been the reason they didn't win next year...but now who is going to lead this team? It's rudderless and the entire league knows that. This is not a good thing for Chargers fans.
Legally Blonde…er, legally dead.
Then, of course, Anna Nicole Smith died and apparently the world stopped turning on its axis. I don’t know why I continually get surprised that the news media loves nothing so much as a non-news story to obsess upon for hours and hours and hours on end. Look – the woman was a walking joke, and known in recent years not just for being a big-busted blonde who enjoyed taking her clothes off, nor as the heiress to a buttload of money, but as someone who was falling down wasted almost always. Anna Nicole Smith dying young is about as suprising as Paris Hilton getting a venereal disease. Neither are funny, neither are news, both are totally predictable.
News? What news?
Of course, why should the news focus on this when the only other thing going on is the White House trying to gear up for another war in the Middle East, again based on what appears to be shoddy evidence at best? Some of the things I truly enjoy is an overwhelming sense of déjà vu, with the added bonus of President Bush being dumbfounded as to why people might not believe the evidence they are presenting. Well, numbnuts, for one – it’s far from conclusive. And for two, I refer you to a book called Chicken Little. It’s probably within your reading level.
The word is: Sigh.
In brighter news, we’ve been watching “our shows” fairly regularly, even if that phrase gives me the heebies a bit. 24 just got good again with the two-parter this week finally getting the urgency back that had waned in recent weeks. There’s nothing like watching Jack Bauer kick some serious butt. Battlestar Galactica hasn’t been stellar this season but it’s still a phenomenal show and I’m glad it has been officially renewed for next season. Heroes is still compelling – even though I can’t quite figure out how this season will end, nor how it will continue into a second year. But I’m willing to watch and see. Veronica Mars despite being on the verge of going on an idiotic hiatus, is great. Just a great, witty and intelligent show that seems destined for the “I can’t believe no one ever watched that” bin. Friday Night Lights is terrific, and now Abby wants to watch it as well, which can only be good. We’re finishing up with Beauty and the Geek tonight, and the season has been…decent. I really don’t want CeCe to win because she’s loathsome, and sadly there is some rich stupid guy who is eager to make her his trophy wife, even if she does look like she’s been hit in the face with a frying pan too many times. Survivor is back with a vengeance – last week’s debut show rocked, and it should be a great season. I’m especially happy that it seems to be the most ethnically diverse cast ever (with no mention of this) and the ugliest. That latter part is actually important to me because the show did start becoming a place full of pretty boys and girls…and no one who really knows how to play the game. You can have good looking people play well – see Yul, Ozzy and Stefanie of the prior two seasons – but it’s far from a requirement. (I’m also very curious about the person who apparently quit just before filming began, hence only 19 survivors starting the season instead of 20. There’s got to be a good story there.)
OK, that’s it…but Happy Valentines Day, y’all.