"ON THE STREETS"

Okay, footbal curmudgeon or not, it is kind of cool to see so many people so excited right in my very city.



Got plans for Sunday? Well, if you're like me and are not into football, you could always pop over to Animal Planet and watch Puppy Bowl. I watched it last year and almost peed! Cute little furry tinies, scurrying around on astroturf and a kitten halftime show. It's almost too adorable to bear.

But, the real order of business today is this: As I mentioned some time ago, an old friend from back in NY, Nasry Malak, after having the air date pushed back and pushed back, finally is up on Comedy Central's Motherload. Watch. Laugh as loudly as you can, then tell everyone you know. See, he's about to be so insanely famous and I know you're a trendsetter, so you might as well be the first in your group to talk about him. Aaaand, go...

"OUT OF MIND"

Oh. My. G-d. I just saw someone I know on the news screaming and doing the Super Bowl Shuffle. Sigh.

"RUSHOLME RUFFIANS"

It's a beautiful, snowy day here in Chicago. The sky is grey and the whole city is blanketed in that pretty quiet that only snow brings. And, the Bears played today. Or are playing. I don't even know if the game is over yet because things are that quiet. So, I started thinking that maybe football fans weren't so rabid and noisy afterall. Maybe nerds (me) and football fans can actually coexist afterall. and then I saw this article and a flood of previously repressed memories came rushing back to me of when I lived next door to noisy sports fans and Iron Maiden blasters and how little sleep I got and how generally pissed off I was to not be able to find even a moment of quiet in my own apartment.

Just as I finished the above sentence, a heard fireworks in the distance. Uh-oh. If anyone needs me, I'll be hiding in my apartment until after the superbowl. Whimper

I went out a bit ago for some errands and to sell my now-unneeded glass tabletop to a friendly face from Craigslist, and now I'm in my apartment with my cat in my lap. Being home during the snow makes me terribly happy.

UPDATE MANY HOURS LATER:

I am never one to refuse anyone their joy and methods of celebration, so long as it, say, isn't hurting anybody.

There is an SUV circling my neighborhood and holding down the horn.

Relate the two items as you see fit.

"AS I LIVE AND BREATHE"

I just woke up at 5:45, with lights on, my laptop in my lap and my cell phone in my hand, having fallen asleep hours ago trying to work on odds and ends. And, and, and, I fell asleep and was dreaming about multitasking, trying to make a dent in a nonstop pile of work. Sigh. Well, that's what I get for trying to multitask so much lately. Yawn. Luckily, I am pretty open until Sunday to catch-up. I just got a little overwhelmed with projects and such this week, is all. It's a busy time at the ol' Guth-a-Go-Go factory. Yes, indeed. But, after this weekend, things will be a bit different and far more efficient. You'll just have to wait and see!

In the meantime, here are some pointless/worthless questions bouncing around my head in the pre-dawn hours...

1. I can't make myself give a shit about fooball. I tried. I have asked many people to try to explain it to me, one explanation including the props of sweet and sour sauce and soy sauce packets. No dice. I just don't care.

2. My face skin is so dry despite massive moisturization that it might crack if I laugh right now.

3. Because of item #1, the rumor about temporarily suspending some areas of the Chicagoland smoke ban for the Bears is, to me, outrageous. I'm that ex-smoker who is a giant asshole about it now.

4. The bus just went by, filled with people, eagerly heading into the center of the downtown action, I imagine. I am not jealous, but wish I found myself in the center of the Chicago universe a bit more often.

5. My cat, of course, seems delighted to see me awake and therefore is trying to initiate a game of Pounce on Covers When Toes Are Wiggled. I need to trim his claws, which always makes me the tyrannical asshole for a few days.

6. Comcast could not possibly have worse customer service.

7. I heard, while flipping stations, a guy on the radio say that his office was empty and therefore "just a tiny quiet", blatantly omitting the all-important word "bit". Similarly, I heard a woman talking about attending a family celebration and eating "millions of food", then only a week later, hearing a man say he had "literally seen" a particular movie a million times. Sigh...

Yawn. Okay. I'm going to try to get more sleep before tackling for day. Zzzz......