Superb bowl?

I went to MR's to watch the game.
This was on HDTV -- clearer, better. I didn't much care who won.
I did like some plays, including the cheat of Steelers getting their first touchdown, which wasn't.
I was also watching the commercials. There certainly were some stupid ones like:
Diet Pepsi and P. Diddy, "Brown & Bubbly butthead commercial"
The sex between city-destroying beast and city-destroying robot yielding an H3, stupid and sick to think about it.
Whereas they didn't have costume malfunctions, they did hint at it with ABC's Dance With the Stars. "See partial nudity here!"

I liked the, I suspect expensive, Fed Ex commercial in the prehistoric era.
I'm sure the hidden Bud commercial will air again, but I thought it stupid and it isn't a good beer. The Bud commercial I did like was the underage clydesdale pulling the wagon. I guess they had the costume malfunction with the naked lamb/sheep not Boundin'.

During the half-time I was hungry. MR and I ordered a half/half taco pizza meat and meatless. They messed up when we got there so they gave us a medium no meat as well as the large meat pizza.

During the phone call, there was a strange noise ... perhaps, more on that later.*

MR noticed that the Steelers have a Predator on their team, hence their winning.

It was good to know that Michael Jackson was not featured.
The opening groups, sad to say were hastily run together -- lacking professionalism. I like Stevie, but that rush, rush, rush thing ... not good.

Ivan Neville: typically takes the National Anthem and makes it his own -- cat scratch chalkboard. The singers were not a good sight. Surprising was the complete group of MVPs from 1-39. That might be the last year they can do that, as some were in great shape and others didn't look too well.

Another suggestion to people who aren't listening: dump John Madden, not a good speaker and not a good commentator.

*"There's always a disturbance with you." -- Spiderman 2

Ouch game

Charlie, while at Dave's last night; was daring the ouch game. You know, skating around in precarious action/inaction waiting for that thrill of possible injury -- better when it is others.
In this game, he was wheeling around on a scooter in the wood fishined kitchen around adults with exposed toes -- no shoes. I found myself to be the only victim.
Coupled with this was his illness, his cough, at the same (illness) stage of William's, who was also coughing a bit.
Not to be outdone, Andrew spit up a few times -- babies do that.

To meet him is to know him

I expect either contributions from MR or Monkeyjack on this one.

Reynolds (first name, unimportant). aka: cubby, flaming carrot
in other circles: psychopath

I thought that I'd never hear of him again, but five years ago his nephew was in the class I was teaching. The nephew was allowed to birng in a special person, in this case his Uncle Reynolds. The nephew had his mother's married name -- I never made the connection until I saw him. I was ... uh, awestruck. He had only a short time to talk with me apart from the students, where he told me of living in the "Big Apple", managing a sports store and having been mugged at least three times.

Reynolds. Hmm, how to talk about him. I suppose that he wasn't always bad natured, but really odd -- outgoingly so. Because of him we have such phrases as, "I didn't order it and I'm not gonna eat it!" (a story told to me of when he was at a local Mexican restaurant and refused loudly to eat the beans. Later that night -- I think, he also stated), "Crunchy taco time!!" (mashing his meal into a pate' then eating little of it.
Another night at the same place, "analingus" -- you put that together, I think you'll get it
When playing D&D, "I want to cut off her face and wear it around." (after slaying a poor hapless innkepper not integral to the story)
"Meaty boy contest" (who is the largest fattest person here)

I think we all know of scooping water (32 oz cup, back when it was a fast food craze to give them) and splashing your friend's face while he's telling a story.
Being so obnoxious at a party that they tie you to a tree, and you arent' set free until well into the morning despite your plaintiff wailing.

Puking, still having the smell on your breath, saying that you'd still work on drinking all day, regardless of this minor setback (it was 10 something in the monring).

I think if you ask enough people there would be stories of setting fires, torturing animals and other derrangements.

He hasn't off'd himself like reckless Rowe did. It's amazing!

Talking with him long, you found his favorite topic was him and how rude and socially crude and offensive he could be -- even about you.

Back in the time of the BBS, there was a site Might and Magic. On it, there was a jousting game, that you could play once to thrice a day. Later we found that it was like a carnival game -- rigged, "in favor of the house".
Either this game or another, "Cubby" lost a round to another person, "Prydaine". His prompt return to losing was typing, "Twist my [rooster] [ryhmes with witch]!" Assuming he was playing against another guy. The 14 year old girl was ... well, offended.

Anthrax revisited

Stomp, Stomp, Stomp
The Idiot Convention

-- Caught in a Mosh

You say you want your own state?
I'll give you a state; a state of unconsciousness

-- Keep It in the Family

We just want to have a (interupted voice) festival ... (trailing off)
Fun you stupid idiot! Master! (from Metallica's Master of Puppets)

-- I'm the Man!

Anyway,
I was thinking of them, as they were one of the first bands (people who play their own instruments, and write their own songs) to work with rap and rap groups. They worked with Public Enemy on Public Enemy's remake of Bring the Noize. It certainly breathed life into the song.

I heard Kid Rock on the radio ... oi! He was not the first to "sample" music nor to "Take rock and mix it with hip hop". All things considered, I think Anthrax might live longer than Kid Rock.
1. the Anthrax scare of late 90s and early 00's
2. some versatility
3. williness to play small venues
4. likely fewer expensive vices
a. Kid Rock ... "whiskey and cocaine"
b. Kid Rock ... "buying large rock for Pamela Anderson"
1. Pam Anderson -- yuck! There's nothing attractive about that nor anyhing real.

Kid Rock might play his own music, but I'd say, POSER. He teamed up with Metallica on their last legs of being okay. Later they put out St. Anger -- I think it's obvious it's aimed at the prison population (who ironically don't typically have money nor access to music), Garage, Inc. (close, I think Garbage included would have been more precise). Sorry, guys. I liked your earlier work.

Scorpions -- painful as it is, made many hairband ballads. I heard one in Walgreens. After about 10 months, they'll get a dime for this one-time play. Ironically, Klaus Meine (German) spoke better English than Kid Rock.

Super Bowl

Ah ... the entertainment.
The band, an actual instrument-playing band is Rolling Stones, supposedly. They won't have costume malfunctions, but might have sleeping problems or candid rudeness from, lets say -- lyrics. That being the case, it will be better than parading lip-syncers to music they didn't write, trying to dance on a 15' x 10' stage.
Moreover, Bon Jovi wasn't chosen, so that makes me happy. I'll have a nice day then. I do not Bon Jovi: in a hat, with a rat, on a train, in the rain

I don't care for either team, so it doens't matter which one wins.