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.

Happy Birthday, Farrah

Farrah's swimsuit will make its way to the Smithsonian today on what would have been her 64th birthday.  


As fifth graders, my friends and I all had every magazine picture and poster of her ever produced.  We tried to mimic her movements.  We sported this picture on our t-shirts, our names ironed on the back.

Super-fast five:

• Weird Al writes a book. (cnn)
• Yeah, it's the rice cereal, not the Toaster Streudel in front of the tv that makes your kids fat.(abc)
• Mary Kate & Ashley have a sister who can actually act!  Unfortunately, her like, command of like, English, and the author's writing are both kind of lame. (abc)
• Barbara Bush is beautiful and in support of marriage equality. Lucky&smart! (towleroad)
• David Duchovny exhibits his awesomeness. (all access)

Down and Dirty: Showtime vs Showtime

It's fitting that the new Showtime (UK remake) series, Shameless, opens with a protracted bathroom montage. The one-hour show is dark and dirty, pretty filthy actually. The opposite of a Rockwellian snapshot. That's what makes it so good.


Well, it's starting to be good.

Why Gatorade Will Make Your Kid Cry

The way this article will end is this: Milk is better for kids to drink than Gatorade.

I know, right? My biggest gift has always been my ability to shock. (And disappoint my parents. Ok, I never really disappointed my parents. Ok, yes, I did, but they were very gracious about it. Moving on!)

Always ensure proper dosing...

I noticed these two items sitting alone on my counter this morning.

Porn and the UPS Guy

When we first moved to our new home, we had the best UPS delivery man.  He was efficient and extremely good looking, had a lovely wife and kids a few neighborhoods away.  But the best thing about him was just how hot he is  the fact he did not look into our giant picture window, nor our 3/4 glass front door.  Never, not once.  He knew to hide boxes just under the garage door for deliveries during November and December.  AND HE NEVER LOOKED IN THE HOUSE.