Bears and Lez Girls

Well, at this time yesterday I was blissfully enjoying a great Super Bowl. The Bears were ahead, they looked hot, Devin Hester was the man and Rex Grossman threw a touchdown pass. Soon a cold, hard reality sank in and the game turned out dreadfully. This may not go down as one of the worst Super Bowls because of Hester's magnificent kickoff return. Small favors.

I feel like I've been talking about the game all day because, well, I have. The game had just ended when my phone rang and I hear, "Rex Grossman sucks!". I'm walking into work and a woman who works in the building asks, "What happened, Chicago?" -She calls me 'Chicago'. I think it's one of my favorite nicknames.

This is how the day went. Insult to injury - My NFC Champion Chicago Bears hat arrived today. Its a nice hat though.

So, I'm pretty disappointed and disgusted by the whole game.

The L Word episode "Lez Girls" aired last night and I found myself really enjoying it. The scene between Bette and Jodi was hot! But seriously, did they need to have a blunt? Are the L Word girls too good for a plain old joint? That struck me so funny.

Alice, of course, was great in this episode. Jenny - I'm holding on to you by my nails. I do not like how her character has developed thus far this season.
I felt kinda bad for Max.
I'm hoping Angus will be out of the picture soon.
I liked the dialog between Bette and Tina in this episode -- But I'm with Tina that Kit should be told. Now, explain to me why Bette is against telling Kit, but when she found out Jenny was cheating on Tim she felt the need to tell him? Is this because Kit is her sister? More inconsistencies in her character? With the L Word, who knows.

Let me just also say that I hated that teacher's aid and storyline who Bette slept with. I hated that character and I resent the fact the writers felt it would be perfectly within Bette's character to sleep with a student/TA. Is it just me or does that not fit with the Bette we know -- She wouldn't do something so unethical.

I hope there's no more scenes with Tina at some 'heterosexual gathering'. We get it. We're different. Apparently so much that we cannot co-mingle. The dumbest part of it all - The 'lesbian contingent' apparently knew of no actresses who were not lesbians.

Ready for the Colts

Judging from the lack of comments, it looks like everyone agrees with my stance on Gay Marriage. That was too easy.

I'm not in the mood to talk about gay stuff tonight, I just felt the need to point the lack of comment out. So...

Every September I say, "The Bears are going to the Super Bowl this year" - only half meaning it, I realize now. I've been a fan for so long, this moment is simply surreal. In1986, the last appearance of the Bears in the Super Bowl, I was 9 years old; a huge Bear fan - My mom never cared for football, but she always watched when dad was 'doing' the games. People in the Midwest use the word 'doing' a lot, fyi. It's a Midwest thing, not a New York thing like Joey Tribbiani would lead you to believe.

It is so funny to assert that sports were an integrated part of my life from a very early age; yet no one in my family was a big sports fan. You see, we were just a fan of my dad. So many Thanksgivings and Christmas holidays were spent without him there, but we had only to turn on NBC to see him. Or well, atleast his name in the credits.

[smiles] It was different on Thanksgiving and Christmas. Those times, there would most often be clips from the crew wishing viewers a happy holiday. So really, he was there with us. Who doesn't like be seeing on TV? It was something that everyone anticipated. A Christmas bonus.

Talking to him the other day, he joked about how 'they' might pull him out of retirement to cover the second Bears Super Bowl. Tickled me to hear him boast about his job and also made me a bit sad because I know he misses it. He won an Emmy Award for Outstanding Achievement in Sound (I don't think that is the exact title) for Super Bowl XX. Bears vs Patriots. He tries not to let on, but I know how proud he is of it.

Enough nostalgia.
Da Bears 108 Colts 10.

What Am I Smokin?

How surreal. The Bears going to the Super Bowl. I've said they'll go to the Super Bowl every year for what feels like my entire life. Really, I am dumbstruck. The weather did not cooperate for me that day though. First snow of the year and I have to drive through it with the roads being unplowed. Oh, and lets not forget I've not driven a real-wheel drive car in the snow in years -- If ever. I've never seen so many accidents right after another. It took an hour for me to go 20 miles. The skidding wasn't too bad, but its one of those things, in that, if it happens once you're startled and you'll be on edge the rest of the drive.

Anyway, that was interesting, huh? WTF Bears Super Bowl?!

I've been sucked into reading a new blog tonight Ham and Cheese on Wry. Witty, random and hilarious. This made me realize, my blog is not very hilarious. This then made me sad. A single tear ran silently down my cheek. Cause I'm emo and shit.

So, I sat here and thought to myself. I should post something funny. And it should be a good story. Well, something that happened two weeks ago immediately came to mind. Its funny, but embarrassing and confusing because I don't know what the fuck was wrong with me.

I'm the Assistant Producer on my project now. It sounds all high up and stuff, but its really not, its just a whole lot of spreadsheets and other computer program stuff with a fancy title. It was my first day back from nearly two weeks of vacation, and I started training with two coworkers. About an hour had passed of looking at spreadsheets and code and I was hurting. I knew I would not be retaining much of the information because it was overload and it was filtering out at that point.

We come close to the moment of horror. I have no explanation. I have no understanding at all of what is about to transpire. You've heard of people having visions, right? Hm, or how about being possessed? I've narrowed this down to a few possibilities.

1. I share part of my brain with someone with the IQ of 2.
2. I have an exceedingly rare form of Tourette's Syndrome which manifests at age 30 and will likely lead to Brain Cancer.
3. I was momentarily possessed by Dave Thomas, founder of Wendy's.
4. I'm retarded.

Two o'clock in the afternoon, training with two guys I had never spoken to before who had been with the company a long time.

"So Bainshee, you'll take the file and move it to this folder and then open this program and import the file so that you can..."

"Hamburger."

For some reason known only to God, my brain decided right at that moment that I must say 'hamburger'. That's right, in the middle of training I interrupt and say 'hamburger' for no earthly fucking reason. They both just stopped and stared at me. What could I say?! Why the hell did I say that?! I must have looked completely dismantled being thoroughly confused and aghast. Then we went on with training. Of course, the entire time I'm trying to figure why the hell I just said 'hamburger'.

I wasn't hungry. I scanned the computer screen and found no word remotely similar to 'ham' or 'burger' in the spreadsheets. There was no evidence of a hamburger in the room.

I crack up about it now. Thank God I am not as easily embarrassed as I was when I was younger. It was still horrifying in a retarded, 'WTF is wrong with me' way! I mean, what if the word of my desire was not 'hamburger' but something much more horrifying?

And what if...it happens again.

I may need to be admitted. This also makes me sad.

OFN Arizona!

OFN, for the non-internet linguists = Oh fuck no.

I'd not be able to guess how many times I said "fuck you", "shut the fuck up" and various other obscenities during that game. The commentators were horrible. Charles Barkley, I respect you, but I don't want to hear you talking during my football game, k? I almost would have preferred Madden to whoever the other two commenting the game.

6 fucking turn overs? WTF? Thank God we have a Bye week because you need to sit your ass down, Rex. And thank God we have a defense who can force turnovers - Because we certainly didn't have much pass defense this game.

We have skills - But we were lucky. I have a feeling a certain Cardinals field goal kicker will be out of a job tomorrow.

And the above brawl was just sick. First it was reported that everyone involved received 1 game suspensions. Later it was community service and some other nonsense. Now team suspensions. [drums her fingers] If you watch the entire video, listen to the commentator. What a fucking tool.

Why am I being bitchy - The Bears won! I don't fucking care if it was sloppy - It was a win. Our Defense and Special Teams shined. Okay, well, I will care if our offense looks like donkey ass next game. But I do, always, appreciate a come from behind victory!

Extreme Restraint

I only minded working Christmas for one reason. The Bears played the Packers on national TV at 4:30. I must be to work at 5:00. Thanks to the wonders of Digital Video Recorders, however, I was able to record the game.

Work was relaxed and pleasant. We played games and watched movies. I chose to remain working most of the time and did well to take my mind off the game. AND I did not peek at the score during my shift.

Get home at 3:00. Deep fry a few perogies, sprinkle with cheese, crack open a Diet Coke. I relax and start the game. Rex Grossman starting his first game of the year; I had sheltered and reserved hopes. The defense can handle the beat up Packers but I certainly wanted to see something from the offense with Rex back in the lineup. I wasn't disappointed.

Beautiful passing and running plays. The defense let the Pack run a little more over them then I liked, but I wanted a good game out of this too. I'd be berated by many Bears fans for this, but I love Bret Favre. Honestly I hate seeing him do so poorly. He's approaching 30 interceptions on the year. So many injuries to the Packers make him look much worse then he truly is. I think this will be the last year we'll see him on the field.

But he game back well in the 4th quarter when it counted. Had Ryan Longwell made the two field goals he missed, the outcome may have been much different. I got the best Christmas present though. A great game and a great Bears win that came down to the wire. And a pre-game special about the 1985 Chicago Bears. Isn't this how it should be? 20 years later.
We're Super Bowl bound.

Watching the game at 3:00 - 6:00 AM, well, I have to be considerate with regard to Rob. Anyone who watches a Bears game with me knows, I'll jump around, scream, cry and make a general ass of myself. This is one of the best Bears games I've seen in years and I couldn't make a peep. Years of watching a lackluster team and now I have such pent up energy.

In unrelated things, Peach is doing much better. He doesn't have a bladder infection, but it looks like he is going in renal failure like Friskey. [sighs] But he's okay now and doing much better. Anti-biotics again, an appointment on the 3rd and likely SQL fluids daily for the rest of his life. I really hate doing that to the poor guy.

But I swear... He friggin would not stop crying last night. He wanted to go outside so bad... So I took him out for a walk, but damn, that means he'll sit and cry and cry and cry. I haven't decided if I should take him out anymore.

Ah well, that's Peach for you.

And now, I'll sleep and dream of a Chicago Super Bowl.