February 05, 2006

Worst. Super Bowl. EVER.

Gawhd, that sucked.

I feel like going out and buring down the Danish embassy.

UPDATE: About the only good thing you can say about that game is that it is over, and now, with the Super Bowl over, the gardening season officially begins. Beth jumps the gun by a couple of hours speculating about her impending War of the Roses. Me, personally, I'm like Marshall Peitan, trying to have to figure out what to do after I totally surrendered to the diving Stukas raining down crabgrass seeds on me last year. Yes, technically that's a lawn not a garden issue, but it's going to be the irrefutable fact framing the garden paradigm this year.

Time to curl up with some nice flannel sheets, a fragrant candle or two, and the Burpee catalog.

MORE GARDENING PORN:

Would you just check out those luscious orbs?

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(Insert Homer Simpson drooling noise here)


APROPOS OF NOTHING DEPT:

I don't know why I get a kick out of stuff like this, except it makes me smile. Here's our traffic map from the 4th quarter of the Super Bowl:
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There's something mesmerizing about the sitemeter traffic map. It's told me a few things: we have a regular reader on the Mauritias Islands, and we get a lot of traffic from the Middle East who google us up looking for various permutations of Arab porn, savory and rather, umm, unsavory.

Must be because we are camelids and proud.

Posted by Steve at February 5, 2006 10:03 PM | TrackBack
Comments

I don't know about worst, but it was pretty bad. Sloppy play, questionable calls, relatively boring commercials, hideous halftime show. A sign of the Apocalypse?

Posted by: owlish at February 5, 2006 10:07 PM

What was the deal with the sound for the half-time show? It seemed from watching Keith and Ron's interactions that they couldn't hear a durn thing until about half-way through, and the music was just, well, off. Uggg.

Play was sloppy, calls pretty crappy, coaching mediocre---like a typical MNF game, except you couldn't flip over to watch Alison DuBois looking all hot (of course, she knew I was going to say that).

Posted by: Steve the LLamabutcher at February 5, 2006 10:25 PM

DO NOT use chemicals to solve your "crabgrass problem" as it isn't actually a problem... I think I have at least 16 different species of vegetation living in my lawn. News alert: they are all green and the birds thrive on the variety! Top the lawn with compost and re-seed with whatever you think appropriate for a "lawn." DO NOT contribute to the contamination of our ground water by spewing petroleum based products and insecticides onto your property. BTW, you know those grub killer products and such? If you apply them and walk over the lawn, the insecticide will cling to your shoes and you will track it into the house. When your shoes meet your carpet the insecticide will deposit in your carpet. If your carpet is not subject to UV, which breaks down the product, the insecticide will stay in your carpet for 20 years! Got kids? Would you let them roll around in the stuff?

Posted by: Babs at February 6, 2006 08:55 AM

Oh yeah, and the game sucked. We started rooting for both teams. It was still disapointing. And Mick, time to hang it up pal... At 62 you just look like a fool!

Posted by: Babs at February 6, 2006 08:58 AM

Actually, Babs, that's what the initial plan involves (not the spraying, but the digging up). We're going to put a large garden area (well mulched) in the front yard that covers the area where this is usually an area. I went cold turkey off the Scotts Plan about 3 years ago.

Posted by: Steve the LLamabutcher at February 6, 2006 10:42 AM

We gave up the crabgrass battle last year. We'd tried digging up, spraying, whatever - no luck. Finally we're consoling ourselves with the fact that the last part of the word is grass, so that has to count for something, right?

Posted by: beth at February 6, 2006 11:31 AM

Hey, I spent the Stupor Bowl getting the pots ready for my chili pepper plants. Must be an innate thing, to start getting planting ready around Super Bowl time. Plus, only 10 days to pitchers and catchers.

And the Super Bowl got off on a bad foot with the National Anthem, then it went down hill. Still, the right team won.

Posted by: rbj at February 6, 2006 02:23 PM

Black Pearl... *mmph... grgl*....

Good luck with those. They are the very best eating tomatoes I have ever tasted. I hear they can be a little underproducing if not coddled, but you'll coddle them nightshades enough, I'm sure.

And if you find yourself with more than you can eat, I'll pay for the Fedex shipping to Massachusetts.

Posted by: Johno at February 8, 2006 01:26 PM