Don’t you guys think it’s time for the Super Bowl to drop the Roman numerals already? I’m sure it seemed jazzy and cool in the beginning, but now there’s an L involved. Clearly, it’s gone too far when the L appears. Right? What’s next, a square? A top hat? It’s ludicrous.
Led Zeppelin (not to mention Chicago) made the same mistake, and eventually corrected the problem. There’s no shame in correcting. Is 48 so unforgivable? Would we all have to hang our heads in humiliation, if they started using numbers everybody understands? I mean, the Super Bowl is for drunken people who are shoving loaded potato skins into their mouths with the heels of their hands. I don’t think it’s necessary to bring in numerology from the year 500, or whatever.
Who’s with me on this important matter?!
For some reason I watched most of the game last night, and it was mildly entertaining. I was pulling for Seattle, even though I knew nothing about it. Denver rubbed me the wrong way, on a subconscious level, and I can’t explain why. So, I enjoyed the brutal ass-kicking.
I didn’t really know Bruno Mars either; I’d heard the name, but thought it was a band. But he seemed… enthusiastic. I dunno. It’s not my kind of thing, but few things are. He was a little prancy for my tastes.
The Chili Peppers were ridiculous, as usual. Those guys are going to explode a hip flailing around like that, at such advanced ages. Holy hell. It looked like they were caught-up in a swarm of bees.
The Bob Dylan commercial was surprising. Not because he agreed to promote a product, but because he now looks like an Asian woman. Oh well. So does Jimmy Page, so I guess I shouldn’t be shocked.
Any thoughts on The Big Game, as Target and Best Buy and K-Mart are forced to call it? If so, please share them in the comments section below.
I got up around 8:30 this morning, and it was snowing outside. I came down here to the bunker, with a mug of coffee, and my phone made a weird noise. A weather alert. I looked at it, and it warned about… frozen fog. What the? I’d never heard of such a thing. Is that for real?
What happens with frozen fog? Could you crash into it with your car, or maybe bounce off and go flying into the river or something? What do you know about the dangers of frozen fog? Hey, wasn’t that Mel Tormé’s nickname? Maybe not.
An update on an earlier item… Last night I ordered a fancy-ass Cross pen through Amazon Canada. With shipping (ridiculously high) it used up almost all of the $38 gift certificate I was having trouble spending. So, that’s that. I would’ve preferred a load o’ Quality Street candy, or a new laptop battery, but they wouldn’t ship either down here. I’m a nerd for nice pens, though. I think I chose well, under the circumstances.
And I’m going to call it a day, my friends. I’m taking a vacation day today, so I guess I’ll spend some of it shoveling snow off the driveway. Good stuff.
See ya again soon!
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I spent the majority of the day watching TV and then the Big Game while I shoveled shrimp into my mouth and kept the couch cushions pinned down with my ass cheeks.
I did quite a number on a platter of Nacho Grandes. I could only eat one baby back rib after that. Leftovers tonight!
I believe that Bruno Mars is either the new singer for U2, or perhaps the name of a company that makes candy bars for dogs. But who the hell cares.
Moss (watching a football game): Hooray, he’s kicked the ball. Now the ball’s over there. That man has the ball. That’s an interesting development. Maybe he’ll kick the ball. He has indeed. (The crowd cheers) Apparently that deserves a round of applause.
I love Bruno Mars! He put on a great show. I was rooting for the Broncos but didn’t care either way.
My mother has pure, raw hatred for Roman Numerals. I saw her viciously toss a crossword puzzle across the room because one of the clues she had to decipher some number into Roman numerals. She won’t even wear a watch with Roman numerals! I’d take it she’s your biggest fan on changing the superbowl numbers!
Didn’t really mind Bruno Mars. I thought he was more entertaining than the past few games. I mean really, Madonna dry humping a dancer is not entertaining. Beyoncé? Not my cup of tea.
I was shocked to see Bob Dylan in a commercial for Chrysler but I have to admit, I did like it. It was Bob Dylan. BOB DYLAN?!?!! I liked the Radio Shack ad, too.
I would have preferred Bob growing back his ‘fro for the commercial.
THAT would have been cool.
Has anyone seen him in the movie “Masked and Anonymous”? With Jeff Bridges, John Goodman, Jessica Lange. Pretty cool flick.
I thought the only reason they taught us Roman numerals in grade school was so we could get the answers right on crossword puzzles.
My mom sucked in math. We found a report card where she got a 35 one term
Lots of us in that group. Just had my husband try to explain hex to me and I was almost in tears. My mind works in words, not numbers and columns. Maybe that’s why I can do Roman numerals – they’re letters and fool my brain into thinking I can understand. Math – ack!
I was hoping the Broncos, likely fed up with the ass kicking they were taking, would have talked Bruno Mars into substituting in for a couple of plays at defensive line or maybe even returning a kickoff. That would have made the entire game watchable.
The Super Bowl is the only reason roman numerals are still in business. The entire Roman numeral industry would fail if it weren’t for the yearly bolstering done by the NFL.
Also, the NFL is going to sue your for using that picture. They’re fucking sue junkies.
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I grudgingly like Bruno Mars. He seems to be an authentic musician and writer. Anytime I see his face I’m filled with arbitrary distaste, but I can’t help but accept that he is better than anything else my wife listens to.
Why do the RHCP always play that terrible song when they are given the option of only playing one song. It’s the worst.
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I’m going to need a full and detailed review of that $40 pen Mr. Rich-bastard-who-buys-$40-pens.
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I didn’t watch the game, or any of the commercials. I knew Bruno Mars was a person, not a band. But I don’t know if I like him or not. Because I don’t have enough interest, to even give a listen. Does that make me dull, or weird? You know, that I am not interested in the same things, that interest other people.
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More of a Staedtler Mars man here.
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I succeeded in avoiding anything and everything football on tv yesterday. Then I got hit unexpectedly with extended outtakes this morning while trying to catch the weather. Bastards.
And its the digital age… they should use binary, or hex.
+1 for hex, that’ll really mess with the drunkards! Hmm, 7, 8, 9, a… a, WTF, how does a come after 9?! And 1 comes after f? Whadda you been smokin’?
No…. 10 comes after F.
And to answer Jeff’s question, what comes next will be a C. But that’s gonna take VLII more years.
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Watching for the weather on TV is a little like going to the Chauvet Cave for fine art: you can do it and it works, but it doesn’t make sense to do it every day. The Weather Underground via smartphone, tablet or computer will give you weather by zip code and you don’t have to get your feet wet.
If you think of this as the digital age, you’ll likely be at the airport when your ship comes in. Digital is a way we store and transmit information. The center of this economy is information. Thinking of this as the information economy, the previous one as the industrial economy, and the coming one as the bio economy is both useful and accurate. Not crowing, just saying. And not that it matters in the least, but it’s requires a ‘.
Nice calculation on the XC front, and thanks for capitalizing hex code, which is actually much simpler than Roman Numerals. Try a couple division problems in each if you need to be convinced.
When I was young and angry, the Roman Numerals pissed me off. Now I see them as a small chance to teach numeracy to Americans who are too lazy to convert to the metric system but still need to fire an axon or two once in a while.
Seacrest out.
+another for hex. Hex is awesome – it makes me 37 years old.
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Yup. If we all had six fingers on each hand, I’d be turning 40 in a couple of weeks, instead of a Sgt. Pepper song. Ah well, Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da life goes on.
jtb
I watched the game, the outcome of which I had been waiting XXXVII years for. Although I still miss Jim Zorn and Dave Krieg drawing up new plays in the huddle and throwing the ball 70 yards hoping for the best.
Since I was unaware that Dylan had made a commercial for Chrysler, I didn’t have to think about the appropriateness of the whole thing until later, and was left to enjoy the piece. It was well filmed, well written and well narrated, although any fool knows that Dylan either can’t or won’t lip-sync, a failure in either his attitude or latitude since the sixties. In any case, when Bobby tells you to buy a car, you damn well better buy a car. I prayed to a merciful God that Bobby would say, at the end, “Nice car to drive…after a war.”, but one learns not to expect miracles in a capitalist system.
jtb
The Super Bowl was entertaining; both the game and commercials.
The Chrystler commercial was somewhat interesting since Fiat owns part of the company and previously it was open by Daimler-Benz and Dylan pushed the American side of the reason to purchase. I wonder how many of the 111 million people watching even know who Bob Dylan is?
The Big Game was a bit disappointing. Denver got spanked. I like the nail biter games. That wasn’t even close. I had a feeling when Denver gave up the safety at the very beginning go the game, they were fucked.
The commercials, I thought, were nothing to write home about either. The Budweiser one with the puppy and the horse was a good one. Otherwise…meh.
Bruno Mars rocked the house. But he’s really not my cup of tea either. But we had a good day. Started at the bar at 3. Moved to another bar before kick off….plus the buffet was better.
Anyone have Phillip Seymore Hoffman on their dead pool? Wotta shame…
Wotta waste of talent. But 70 bags of heroin? That was no recreational toot he was on. That was some serious shit. And after being sober for so long. Sigh…
Don’t forget the methocarbamol…..
I know you think deaths happen in 3’s, but you missed that Mr. Drummond died sometime in 2013.Also, Ralph, from the Jeffersons
I suspect they’ll dispense with the roman numerals in two years, because no one wants to watch Super Bowl L.
The game was just awkward. I had a hard time even enjoying it, since it was such a shellacking. It was like Denver replaced their defense with some guys they found standing around in front of their hotel. The only commercial I remember liking was the Doritos one with the cardboard box time machine. That was at the very beginning of the game. Maybe I should have watched the puppy bowl instead.
As referenced above, Masked and Anonymous is a must-see for Dylan fans. This won’t be anybody’s favorite movie, but it has its moments, and it’s better than 90% of the crap that has been in theaters in the ten years since its release. The music, as you might guess, is staggeringly good and manages to keep the movie afloat.
jtb
I loved his version of Dixie.
Dixie was worth the price of admission.
jtb
I’ll second that. I liked the film so much, I bought the DVD and the soundtrack. I keep coming back to his version of Dixie.
I read where all of the co stars took a drastic cut in pay just to be in the movie with Dylan.
The game and commercials were largely shit.
The halftime shows were much better when they showed nipples. Although I don’t think seeing that guy’s nipples would have done much for me.
The pen seems like a good choice.
The Roman numbers need to go. It’s bullshit and I’m burning up over it, still.
The Super Bowl is the season finale to a popular TV show that I don’t watch.
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I just got out of the hospital, and, while there, I was discussing the upcoming Super Bowl with an African American CNA while she was taking my BP. She asked me what I thought of Peyton Manning and, knowing that he’d advertise a drive-in movie on his ass if he could make a buck at it, I said, “He’s the kind of guy who gives white people a bad name.”
She laughed and said, “I can’t believe you just said that.”
Totally true story.
Thank God my team has Russell Wilson who, among other things, visits Seattle Children’s Orthopedic Hospital on Tuesdays with his wife and allows no press or photographers near the place. He’s a serious class act and we’re all very proud of him.
jtb
OK so does everyone totally FORGET that Bob Dylan made an ad for air during the Superbowl for Victoria’s Secret like in 2008?? To quite a similar furor as I recall. The link is below. No one seem to remember this little factoid. Why get so upset over Chrysler now?
But who cares? The man paid his dues, what’s it to us if he gets paid back now? He can make Skittles commercials for all I care. I hate it when people call musicians who can actually get paid handsomely for doing their craft “sell outs”. Makes my ass clench when I hear pompous windbags on Facebook complain about Bob Dylan actually getting money he’s worth for something as simple as a car ad. He’s fucking earned it, people. It does nothing to take away from his brilliance as an artist. Sheesh! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QsFrFQ-F64Y