Lo and Behold

The ID card is delivered to Dan-O. There it is, all official and watermarked and micro-chipped and everything. And what does it do? We haven't a f@$#&'n clue.

Woke up this morning at 3am to watch the superbowl, only to pitter patter around the house for 90 minutes while someone else (hrm?) attempted to actually get the game streaming. We cut in right around the 2-minute warning in the second quarter, so we got all the exciting stuff in the end and got to eat some yummy leftover tacos for breakfast during halftime while watching Bruce Springsteen parade around like an epileptic chicken on crack. (Maybe a chicken with unlimited enthusiasm). Exhibit A, he's trying to like throw his leg up in the air like he just doesn't care, and it's like John McCain trying to get a can of string beans off the 2nd shelf from the top. Not happening. No disrespect, your limbs just don't go that way anymore, Bruce. You're gonna hurt yourself, buddy. Although he did a pretty special job of getting that guitar to swing all the way around his body at the end, what with the limited mobility. Now, I know there's a lot of people out there who think Brucey really rocks, and I understand the importance of nostalgia (hey, I'd go to a Misfits show if they showed up in their ridiculous 80s gear with all their gray hair dyed out and their Tums hidden in their freshly laundered socks and their eye-bags masked by hardcore black horror makeup) so I'll limit the criticism there. All I'm saying is, it was tedious. Back to the football. As we all know by now, the end result of the game was surely a disappointment to God, the American People and both sides of the Arab-Israeli conflict, but we just keep our heads up and look forward to next year.