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The Superbowl is in about 4 1/2 hours, and our two chilis–hot and wimpy–are simmering in the slow cookers. None of us here really care about pro football anymore. Plus, I’m sick of rooting against Ray Lewis (because he’s a violent a-hole) and then him winning. So we’re rooting more for a great game and commercial debuts than either side.
Beyonce is doing the live half-time show. Or so she claims. Personally, I thought her ersatz performance was perfect for an ersatz President.
Anyway, it doesn’t matter which spoiled musicians the Super Bowl picks each year. Beyonce, Bruce, Black-Eyed Peas, or even the Rolling freaking Stones, none ever compare to the glory of history’s finest counter-programming.