Monday, February 06, 2006

My "Live Blog" of the Super Bowl Ads

6:30—7:00 Don't remember.
7:00—8:30 Watched three less-than-stellar Simpsons reruns.
8:30—9:00 Pounded on my drum set. Upstairs neighbor pounded on floor.
9:00—10:00 Stared at a Sopranos episode I'd already seen twice.
10:01—? Knitted.

9 Comments:

Blogger What we need are more problems said...

Ha! Loser.

I had a private meal at a mexican restaurant, a private shopping tour of a chain pharmacy, and a private showing of the early showing of Capote.

Yes, each one of these places was desserted Sunday evening during "The Big Game"®

So there!

11:23 AM  
Anonymous Derek Wylie said...

Pounding the drums? Gad, I remember when it used to be referred to as choking the chicken. Oh you wacky young people. . .

12:34 PM  
Blogger Betty said...

Good work, my "girl that can hang with the guys" card was revoked when I decided to leave the bar and miss the last 7 minutes of the game.

1:25 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You didn't watch the game? Homo.

2:33 PM  
Blogger copyranter said...

No, I was watching your mom have sex with 2 donkeys online; 1 wearing a Steelers jersey and the other a Seahawks'.

2:59 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hee-haw!!!

1:36 PM  
Anonymous Bob Garfield said...

Hey, it's me again. You know, Bob Garfield, the Rex Reed of ad critics.

I don't really have anything to add to this thread. I just wanted to say to Betty, "Hubba hubba hubba!" You're much cuter than Barbara Lippert.

2:14 PM  
Blogger copyranter said...

Bob, now is NOT the right time for Cialus.

2:40 PM  
Blogger Maulleigh said...

Thanks for letting me hang out with you!! I kinda wished I'd left at 10:01 p.m. Oh well: live and learn. There's always next year.

8:36 AM  

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