Get the Money

Saturday afternoon.

I get housework done during Saturday afternoons (at least during baseball's off season) because there is nothing on TV. The best thing on TV right now is a Premier League soccer game. I don't watch Premier League soccer. Although, holy cow, Wolverhampton is beating Manchester United (sorry... MAN U) 2-1 at the 40th minute. I may even make it to half time.

Speaking of half times, WON'T THE BLACK EYED PEAS BE AWFUL DURING THE SUPERBOWL TOMORROW? Probably. And I'm going to watch (and criticize) every second of it.

I miss the American Superbowl commercials. It was always an event to sit around with the buddies and laugh at and critique the expensive commercials as they aired. But up here in we only get the same half-dozen Canadian promos over and over. I could watch the commercials on the internet after the game, but it's not quite the same.

This is the only time I gripe about missing commercials.


It's funny to me how I have a glass of water and a glass of cream soda. The cream soda looks like the water, and the water looks like the cream soda, but I promise you, the cream soda does not taste like the water, and the water does not taste like the cream soda.

I guess it's not that funny.


The halftime analysis bored me. Now I'm watching NCAA basketball. Unranked West Virginia and 12th ranked Villanova. Villy is only up by seven with 10:00 left to play, but I suspect they'll extend that lead.

Missouri plays Colorado tonight, but, like almost all Missouri games this season, I probably won't be able to watch it. Something about Southern Ontario's disinterest in Missouri athletics.


Kyle kind of hates the movie "Ghost Dog," but he also kind of doesn't.
Read his review.
Mine will be up shortly.


Cash rules everything around me...

Dollar dollar bill, y'all.

Booze, Women, and Football: Reassuring My Manhood

In anticipation of the Super Bowl I went out and bought a sixer of Old Milwaukee and designated it "Super Bowl Beer." DO NOT TOUCH. I know the Big Game isn't for another week-and-a-half, but I couldn't wait. Whatever else might occur during that day, the beer situation will be taken care of.

The real challenge, of course, will be summoning the self-control to sit on that beer for 10 days. No drinky.

And why Old Milwaukee? Proximity-wise it's the closest in-stock thing I could find to Green Bay booze. One-hundred-and-twenty miles ain't bad.

They've got some sort of special edition pin-up girl can design, so if you're put off by the piss taste, all is not lost.

I wonder which of these vintage ladies now actually refers to themselves as Old Milwaukee.
So anyway, uh, collect them all. Especially if you're the kind of person who collects beer cans with women on them. Man, I hope you're not the kind of person who collects beer cans with women on them.

Speaking of classy vintage things (and women, of course), Martina Topley-Bird has one of those sweet classy vintage voices suitable for lounges, lounging, and lazing. She has been featuring on various other artist's work, including the Gorillaz and Massive Attack, so maybe you've heard her soft passionate crooning without even realizing. I like it.

So kick back, spin some Topley-Bird, crack open a can covered with artwork of minimally-clothed ladies modeled after women who are now old and dead, and consider carefully how much cash you're going to lose when you put your money on the Pittsburgh Steelers.

Martina Topley-Bird - "Poison" (via Insound.com)