No Super Bowl Chat Here

I usually blog about things I love and like: both of the Ps, books, gardening, music & movies, travel, politics. Stuff like that. I love talking about that stuff.

But don't talk to me about Football. Or about the Super Bowl. I don't like football, or sports in general come to think about it.

Nominee for Worst Video

I don't watch many music videos but I was clicking past VH1 this morning and saw a video Gone Gone Gone--a duet by Robert Plant and Allsion Krauss (love her.) The song is a bouncy ditty but the production and creativity values of this video were awful. It looked like it had a budget of a thousand dollars. There were three sets:
1. A giant silver room with big disco balls hanging down. The two were on tread mills singing to each other--looked like a giant roll of Reynolds Wrap aluminum foil vomited on them.
2. They were in a room of those big blow up Wave Balloons--you know the kind that car dealerships use to draw people's attention to a car sale. They were singing and getting wind-blown hair.
3. A huge Gold Lame room with people sitting at tables, and other people dancing, and Plant and Krauss pointing to each other and singing.

Bad. Horrible. Bad. Horrible. And just plain Yucky.

Still cold. We're supposed to have a "snow event" tonight and tomorrow, which may mean up to 6 inches of snow.

I'm having orange juice and a yummy croissant this morning.

Have you ever had a stiff neck? Well, this morning I think I have a stiff head. My head hurts to move it.

Lost debuts tonight: ABC 9 pm to 10:02--it's getting an extra two minutes!

It's frozen cold and windy here today.
But it's off to work I go.
Ta.

I got a default jugment against the freeloaders . . . now, if they'll only pay up.
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I made the most delicious Bananas Foster for dessert tonight:

3 tablespoons butter
4 tablespoons brown sugar
2 bananas, peeled and sliced
dash cinnamon
1/4 t vanilla
2 tablespoons Appleton rum

Melt butter in skillet.
Add brown sugar and stir until sugar is melted.
Add bananas and saute until tender.
Add cinnamon, vanilla and rum.

Spoon over vanilla ice cream.
It takes about five minutes to put together and it's almost as good as an orgasm.

I am going to small claims court this afternoon to get a judgment against the evicted tenants. They owe me $1572.41.

I will ask my limousine driver to speed to the County Court House and run over as many redneck white trash lower socio-economic peasants as he can--leaving them broken, battered, and voting Republican.

Power to the bourgeoisie!!

Yes I have fun. No, I didn't get drunk--I just had one extraordinary margarita.
And I ordered seafood tacos.

Eight showed up and we gossiped and laughed--and perhaps even a snort or two.