Monday, February 02, 2009

Here's your forecast:

It's gonna be cold, it's gonna be gray, and it's gonna last you the rest of your life.

By the way, why is it that whenever I get talked into watching the Superbowl, something fuck-all crazy happens? Toward the end of the first half, it still seemed like it would be anybody's game. Arizona was about the make a touchdown and just about tie things up. Then, just when you think it's touchdown time, the Steelers' defensive guy intercepts the ball in the end zone, runs like hell the whole 105 yards to the opposite end zone, gets pulled down by the jersey at the last second and just barely makes the touchdown by landing on his head and twisting his neck at a very awkward angle.

What... the... fuck? How does something like that even happen? Is this guy seriously defensive lineman of the year, or does Arizona really suck that badly?

Besides that, from the way he landed, he should've been dead, or at least out of the game for a while. They cut to the guy a minute later, and he's walking around like it never even happened. They give him a little oxygen, and he's good to go for the second half. Has this guy been tested yet? Not for steroids, I mean, for alien DNA? No human being can possibly shake off a landing like that. Except maybe Johnny Knoxville, but then I'm not convinced he's human either.

Okay, enough about football. Last random thought for the day: is it unhealthy to eat an entire plate of cookies by yourself? My stomach's making some unusual noises.

That's enough for now. Peace and love.

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