Given that we are now three weeks into the new year, I thought today would be an appropriate time to review how the resolutions are holding up. This is in no way related to the fact that I can’t really think of anything to write about and provides an easy opportunity to slop something out there (in direct violation of resolution #4). It is also not related to the unfortunate decision-making processes of Wednesday night, which apparently resulted in a wine drinking competition. (Purple urine is normal, correct?) Reader Stevette had a solid suggestion for a Mad Men-related post, but it’s gonna take a little time/effort. That’s not on the docket for today, today is more of a nap/relaxing type situation.
Review of selected New Year’s Resolutions:
Resolution #1: Stay out of the casinos Hanging in there. Barely. Given that I had little else to do last weekend, my steely resolve could barely resist a trip to AC. But I made it. This weekend I was invited to hit up Foxwoods and a party with some of the Jersey Shore kids. Titanium resolve needed (although the fact that I’ve had plans to hit the Knicks-Lakers game for months also had something to do with it, but mostly the resolve thing). Only 49 weeks left, I foresee no problems here.
Resolution #4: Spend more time on this site Fail.
Resolution #5: Be more tolerant of Canadians In progress. I did eat some motherfuckin poutine as promised. Deelish.
Resolution #7: Be less unhealthy Poutine notwithstanding, I’m doing okay here. I ate an apple one day. Another day, I ate an orange.
All the other ones are kind of a wash so far, although I think I’ve been encountering a very high percentage of morons so the making assumptions one is in danger of falling, hard. I still can’t find that book either, so may need to borrow from RB. I feel this post is seriously lacking, so allow me to add:
Chilly’s Championship Game Picks
The NFL playoffs have been dreadful this season, with only one game that was entertaining to the casual fan (Cards/Pack). In keeping with this trend, I’m imagining that my worst nightmare, the Vikings in the Super Bowl, is definitely gonna come true. I’m not even from Wisconsin and I can’t fucking stand all the nonstop Favre gushing. But I’m pretty sure to cement the awfulness of the season, that the fucking Vikings are gonna win outright (I think the Saints are favored by like 3.5 or so points). Go Saints! Do the right fucking thing here, Saints, and kick the shit out of those motherfuckers! I’m doing my best, with the whole jinx thing. Surely the Colts will cover, right? What are they, like 7 point favorites? I would have to cut off access to all media if the fucking Jets make it. Can’t stand Rex Ryan or the Jets. If it’s Jets/Vikes, I might just move overseas for two weeks. Come on, Peyton, no more wasted potential, you should have way more titles than your little brother. Plus, you have the same first name as Jane from Mad Men. Please spare us the two weeks of Rex Ryan sound bites, I implore you.
Til we meet again,