Nice. I wrote a five-word post and still got nine comments. I have arrived. And for those of you who decided it wasn't worth commenting on, good for you. I wouldn't have either.
It was a good game, though. And now I'm done talking about it.
Some quick hits, because I can't be bothered with transitions:
-The lady and I went and saw U2-3D at the Imax theater Saturday. Directly across the hall from our theater was the cattle-call of people waiting to be let in to see Hannah Montana, most around four feet tall, most wearing some shade of pink, all of them chaperoned by some unfortunate adult. Say what you will about U2, but I've never been prouder to call myself a fan, and that includes when Courtney took me to see them in Atlanta in the fall of 2001 and they did all that therapeutic, heal the world with music, post 9/11 stuff, which they're still pouring on. That was also the first (and last) time I've been to a concert where other concert goers wore collared shirts and tucked them in. How can you properly rock with your shirt tucked in? Exactly.
-Why don't girls like beans? And I'm speaking strictly of the consumption part, not the after-effects. I made some wicked-awesome chili yesterday (because Super Bowl = man food, right?) and Courtney acted like I was trying to feed her dog food. And as for the after-effects, so far so good, which may be because I slow-cooked it for 10 hours (it's all about breaking down the fiber.)
-Speaking of the lady, she humored me (as she's wont to do every few months or so) and we went on a five-mile hike in Frozen Head State Park while the chili was cooking. You have to drive through the Morgan County Correctional Facility, which borders the park, to get there and we saw a couple of deer, some interesting waterfalls, and an inmate or two. The latter were fenced in. At least they have a view of some mountains.
-We also started watching the show Weeds on DVD. We finished up with Big Love last week, so I was happy to move on to another pay-TV original series and Weeds has not disappointed. It makes me want to go out and score some pot, though. Good thing the show's not called Mushrooms or I could be in real trouble, because those store-bought buttons in the fridge aren't doing anything for me, and we've been getting a lot of rain lately.