Super-fast Five

Brian Jacques has died.  Sad day, indeed. (BBC)

Super Bowl ad rankings (USA)

Half-time recap: Things we already knew edition:
BEPs over the autotuned top?  Usher has two moves?  Maroon 5 bland?  Keith Urban boring country-pop?  Shocking.  (LA)

This was our thinking in deciding against Wayne as a middle name for our kids. (Newoftheweird)

Cool LAX landing, pilot's perspective. (via)

It's the Super Bowl!

The only interest I have in the defining celebration/contest of the weekend is that I get to watch one more football game.  I love football season.  I don't, however, feel like it's a life-changing event requiring me to paint my face, throw off my shirt, or worship at the altar of NFL sponsors.

For some reason, on any given Sunday morning, I'm either highly cynical or completely ironic.  Just ask my husband.  He's the victim of any and every long-winded speech I deliver from the platform built on every worry, fear and injustice I find the day before Monday hits.  Some get the Sunday blues.  I, the Sunday Spews.