As many of my faithful readers know, I hate, the 80's. Hate, hate, hate, hate. I hate the clothes, hate the music, hate the culture, hate the hair. I hate everything about them. So, naturally, where did I find myself last Saturday night? One of those big 80's dance parties in the city.

See, I just wanted a nice night out in the hood. A little Mexican food, a little margarita pitchers, a little more drinks. But my friend had other plans. She wanted to go to an 80's party. So to an 80's party my two friends and I went. And oh, what an 80's party it was.

She had thought like it was going to be your oh-so-typical 80's party that are out there these days, khaki clad Marina kids doing the robot to "Come on Eileen" or "Hungry Like the Wolf." This, however, was definitely not a Banana Republic event, this was for the serious, hard-core 80's aficionados. We're talking goth kids in black, fauhawks and makeup, dyed hair and bondage gear. This party was more 80's than the 80's, like all of those movies back then that showed this totally decadent, gothed-out hipster scene that really never existed back then, or at least didn't to those of us stuck in areas where people actually considered Phil Collins to be an art rocker.

Now the good thing about the dance party was that they didn't play the same fifteen 80's songs over and over again and instead played mainly import & obscure 20 minute dance remixes of Depeche Mode songs. The bad news, however, is that they played mainly import & obscure twenty minute dance remixes of Depeche Mode songs. One of my friends told me sometime that night that she graduated in the 90's and felt that nothing was going on culturally in the 90's. Which was kind of interesting to me, someone who graduated in the 80's, mainly because one of the little mentioned things that resulted in the wake of "Nevermind" was what it did to "alternative" music. Before Nirvana, alternative music, or at least the kind that was played mainly on stations like Live 105, were mainly fey British bands with lots of synthesizers and a David Bowie jones. After Nirvana made it, all the fey British bands were gone from the radio, replaced by long-haired, flannel wearing stoners with a Black Sabbath jones. Goodbye Tears for Fears, hello Soundgarden. Three guesses as to where my musical taste lies.

Now what to say about the crowd. First off, several months ago Savage Love got in trouble for saying that most goth girls are, well, on the big side. Let's just say that I now know why he said that. But mainly it was a little weird in that here I was, somebody who actually was from that time going to a club filled of people who were mainly in Elementary School during that time trying to dress up like people used to when I was in High School. It must be like what an ex-hippie feels like whenever he's walking around Haight Street or Santa Cruz. It mainly felt, however, that everyone was playing a part, a role in a "Less Than Zero" movie they all want to be living in their head. And I, slightly older, dressed up in a grey sweater and somewhat nice shoes, was Andrew Macarthy.

Finally, after an hour or so, my friends had had enough and wanted to leave. Well, one did, the other one wasn't feeling so well. I don't know whether or not they're wanting to leave had anything to do with them getting approached by some guy dressed up like a reject from a Frankie Goes to Hollywood with thigh-high bondage boots asking the both of them if they wanted to go home with him and his plump leather-clad wife from some swinging action.

A source of major drama has broken out involving somebody I know. Apparently, she has been having a year-long fling with her male roomate. Which isn't necessarily the big source of drama, although still a bit of one since nobody knew. What is, however, the drama is that the roomate was also having a year long fling with their other female roomate. In other words, this guy was somehow sleeping with both roomates without the other roomate knowing.

Holy Jack Tripper, Batman

Since I am hearing the story from a bunch of women, I get to hear the story from their vantage point. They all agree that the roomate is a bad, bad man and a total jerk. They express shock that the person we know is still wanting to be friends with the guy. I, of course, nod along in agreement, playing along with their clucking while at the same time having a completely different view of the whole thing. Mainly that of a guy and that of being one of more sheer admiration. Two roomates at the same time without either one knowing it?

That's kind of awesome.

The dude pretty much lived the "Dear Penthouse" dream.

Needless to say, when he tells his male friends about the reason why he's suddenly looking for a new place to live, their attitude probably isn't "dude, you suck" but more like "dude!" with much high-fiving.

I can't say I'm really into grafitti. In fact, when it comes to the whole grafitti is it art or a public nuisance issue, I tend to side on the public nuisance side. However, today I think I saw the greatest piece of grafitti that I have ever seen. In a simple, non-descript style, somebody wrote maybe the wisest, sagest words ever written on a sidewalk:

"Don't Stop Believin'"

All I can say is, so true, dude, so true. Hold on to your dreams.....

You are Kip Dynamite and you love technology.


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For the past week or so, I've been a little irritated with myself about my job. I've found myself not having as much time to read my Web sites or take breaks. I've been scattered and irritable, tired and a bit frazzled, and missing things that I normally don't miss. Today, I finally figured out why: I'm really busy.

And yeah, kind of "duh," but I've been having such a serious case of headupthebuttitis that it didn't even occur to me that I was busy until yesterday.

Oh, and here's something completely random- I played badminton at the gym on Tuesday, a game I haven't played since I was a little kid. In fact, the last time I played it, I think my parents were still together. Anyways, you know what? That's a damn fun game.

Lately I've been thinking that I've been too into all the celebrity gossiping and snarking out there. I know everything there is to know about all the big names, all the big players- Paris and Lindsey, Kevin and Britney, Brad and Jen. I read all the snarky gossip sites, talk about all the snarky gossip news, and write snarky gossip snark. Day in, day out, that's all I seem to be reading lately. And I'm getting, well not tired of it, but just a little ashamed of it. I need to be the solution to the problem, not the problem and gossiping about celebrities is the problem. It's just another thing causing the downfall of Western Civilization. Besides, I'm beginning to feel a little malnourished by it. I want to read intellectual tomes. I bought "War and Peace." I want to read the New York Times Book Section. I'm thinking about changing my writing style.

But then, over the weekend, news linked out that Paris Hilton's sidekick was hacked into and it's contents posted online. There it was, her personal diary, her phone numbers of very famous people (including our Mayor), her naked photos of herself making out with some other girl. It's like manna from heaven.

This story is just so....so....so.....awesome. And once again, I realize that God, I love snarky celebrity gossip.

Bunch of random things.

-Of course, I watched that Michael Jackson special Thursday night, the one on 20/20. I couldn't help notice that they used Michael's actual music for it's theme music. And I'm thinking that's a little odd in that in order to get the rights to play the music, they had to ask permission to use it. Which means that somewhere there might have been a phone call that went something like "hey Michael, we're making a documentary that will make you extremely creepy at best, incredibly perverted sicko at worst. Can we use Billy Jean as it's theme music?"

-Someone in this morning's class had her cell phone go off in the middle of the class. Twice. Which is probably the worst thing you could possibly do in a yoga class. Way too much karma in play after all. If she finds herself reincarted as a dung beetle, she'll know why.

-Speaking of which, I forgot to mention this gem from the class I took several weeks ago, the one with the Super Happy Twins. At one point, they made us line up in two straight rows and then partner up with someone. Not to say hold a person in position, but so that when you do a backward bend, you have somebody you can smile at.

-I'm beginning to accept the fact that "Both Sides Now" just might be the best song ever written. Even better than "Stairway." And yes, even better than "Yummy, Yummy, Yummy I Got Love in My Tummy." It's that good.

Seriously

-Went to see "Constantine" today (about what you'd expect and I meant that as a compliment- I liked it) and saw a couple of interesting previews. First of all, is there any movie out there that's really that exciting? There's not one movie that I'm anxiously counting down the days for or hope to see the preview of. And yes, that includes the next "Star Wars" movie. I think it's just some sort of post "Lord of the Rings" thing where no movie that could possibly be released could even compare.

Okay, where were we?

I saw one preview for some probably crappy movie, the one with Mathew "Naked Bongo Playing" McCounaghey and Penolope "Tom Cruise's Beard" Cruz. At the end of the preview, the announcer announced that the movie was "Directed Joe Shlabotnik" or some name along those lines. The point being that as far as I know the director is a complete nobody yet it was intoned like it was a big deal, like see this, it's a Joe Shlabotnik movie! Out of all the tens of movies they showed as previews, he was the only one who got that notice? Why? Who thought the fact that it was a Joe Shlabotnik movie would mean anything? As far as I know, there's only a handful of directors who that would mean anything- Scorcese, Spielberg, Tarantino, maybe Spike Jonez or David Fincher or Tim Burton. There's also a whole bunch of directors who sound familiar (Robert Zemickis, David Russell) but who they'd have to say "from the director of...." But not this Joe Shlabotnik. He, apparently, needs no introduction.

And finally, there's some horror movie out there that actually has Paris Hilton in the cast. I'm guessing that the producers thought it was a total score to score Ms. Hilton but I'm sure I'm not the only one who upon seeing her on screen immediately started howling in laughter.

Everyday I tape "Around the Horn" and "Pardon the Interruption" while I'm at work and watch it when I get home. It's part of my post-work ritual. Today I screwed it all up and wound up taping VH-1 instead and so can't watch it. My routine is now blown. As a result, I'm pretty much at a loss on what to do tonight. It's like I'm supposed to do something but I don't know what. I even flipped through the TV channels hoping I'd somehow find one of the shows on the 600 shows in the cable universe but couldn't find it. It's kind of like when you have a morning routine and for some reason the morning routine doesn't happen and the whole day feels out of whack.

And yes, this does look like another sign that TiVo is my destiny. But....there's something about TiVo I don't like and it's not the fact it'll probably doom what little social life I have now. It's just that with all the rumours out there about TiVo not doing well, I just have a feeling that someday people will look back at TiVo and think BetaMax. Or LaserDiscs. Remember LaserDiscs? How many people are out there totally bummed because they bought a LaserDisc, thinking they had the new, latest thing only to discover a few years later that DVDs are the new, latest thing.

Everyday I tape "Around the Horn" and "Pardon the Interruption" while I'm at work and watch it when I get home. It's part of my post-work ritual. Today I screwed it all up and wound up taping VH-1 instead and so can't watch it. My routine is now blown. As a result, I'm pretty much at a loss on what to do tonight. It's like I'm supposed to do something but I don't know what. I even flipped through the TV channels hoping I'd somehow find one of the shows on the 600 shows in the cable universe but couldn't find it. It's kind of like when you have a morning routine and for some reason the morning routine doesn't happen and the whole day feels out of whack.

And yes, this does look like another sign that TiVo is my destiny. But....there's something about TiVo I don't like and it's not the fact it'll probably doom what little social life I have now. It's just that with all the rumours out there about TiVo not doing well, I just have a feeling that someday people will look back at TiVo and think BetaMax. Or LaserDiscs. Remember LaserDiscs? How many people are out there totally bummed because they bought a LaserDisc, thinking they had the new, latest thing only to discover a few years later that DVDs are the new, latest thing.

Man, the Mission is totally dead tonight. I guess my hood isn't considered romantic enough for Valentine's Day. Speaking of this day, the receptionist at work totally juked me. I went to go pick something up from reception and when I announced who I was and what I came down for, she turned to the entire section full of floral bouqets as if to hand me one before realizing that what was delivered to me was printer proofs and not flowers.

Tanks for nothing, Danny Noonan.

For old times sake, here's the Bay Guardian Wank of the Week.

See, there's talk of raising the MUNI fares by another twenty-five cents in order to fix budget deficits. Okay, not good, although in a relative sense, another quarter ain't that big of a deal (it's a friggin quarter). I'm not exactly for it, but I also haven't heard of a decent way to fix the problem. So what we need is a debate on how best to handle this problem, one that's smart and sane and works. Which, of course, won't happen in San Francisco because things that are smart and sane and work doesn't happen because nobody believes in being smart and sane. At least politically. How can you be smart and sane when you have to deal with logic like the one thrown out in this editorial against the fare hike?

'ANOTHER QUARTER, please." The bus driver was glaring at me and my 17-month-old son as I fumbled for an additional quarter. My fingers clawed their way into the dark recesses of my backpack. Brushes, crumpled receipts, paper clips, pens, old address books intertwined with new address books, erasers, old watch bands, and ... oh, ahhh, could it be true? A quarter? Clutching the sliver of metal, my fingers climbed back up through a hidden passage of Mt. Backpack. But alas, it was just a nickel. "Would a nickel be OK? It's all I have right now?" I plead.

Not since I read Steinbeck have I read such a tale of poverty and woe.

"No, it's $1.25; you can get off at the next stop."

Just give that bus driver a name like Cranky McDriveshafts and you got yourself a Dickensian villian here.

Since I started school in January, I've been taking Muni more than usual, and a bus pass was too rich for my meager, working-poor single-parent budget, so every week I begged, borrowed, or stole my way onto San Francisco's main transportation system. Until now.

There's a new thought to the whole debate- raising bus fares increases panhandling and crime. Remember, this is over a friggin quarter a ride.


The Municipal Transportation Authority is proposing a rate hike to $1.50 a ride to offset its $24 million budget deficit. This fare increase would make it almost impossible for very-low-income folks like me to ride the bus at all. And considering that we make up the majority of bus riders, I have to ask: Who is the MTA targeting for these rate hikes?

Uh? People who ride the bus?


Yes, it's true that in San Francisco, conscious, privileged people with homes and high-paying jobs ride the bus because they want to – after all, it's better for the environment – but so do poor immigrants, fixed-income elders, youths, poor workers, and disabled and houseless folks. We all have different reasons, but we all ride.

Have you ridden the 71 or the 14? There' s a lot of unconscious people who ride too.

Of course, all public services in California are facing budget deficits – but let's take a moment to connect the dots, or rather, the corporate welfare recipients. We could start with Enron, which stole all of California's surplus with its fake energy crisis

Yeah, okay, Enron happened. So what?


...and the Governator, who didn't go after Enron for that stolen revenue (he also owns interests in energy stocks) and who decided owners of expensive cars like his Hummer needed to pay less taxes, which took a major local revenue source away from desperately needy city budgets.

Okay, that's true. Kind of. I have a feeling, though, that the huge budget problems in California and San Francisco didn't come out of small, minor, tax cut for Hummer drivers.

Corporate-esque (corporate-esque? Don't they mean People of Corporations?) MTA board members like Ted Tedesco, previously with American Airlines, and bank executive Thomas O'Bryant are voting against their own best interests when they make public transportation increasingly costly for poor workers. Cheap transportation enables the urban/suburban apartheid they rely on to get through their daily lives. If it weren't for cheap public transit, the poor service workers like maids and dishwashers couldn't get from the poor areas of the city to the wealthy neighborhoods across town, where people like those MTA board members reside.

Ah yes, the Aparthied of the Bay Area. How true it is. And when will Steven Van Zandt and Bono do "Don't Wanna Play San Francisco"? And way to appeal to those corporate-esque people, by saying that their hired help couldn't come in to work for them if they raise the bus fare.

Last week a new coalition representing some of the poorest citizens of San Francisco presented its own "Platform for Transit Justice" to the MTA, declaring public transportation to be a human right.

Wasn't that one of Roosevelt's Four Freedoms, the Freedom to ride MUNI for free? Or Wilson's Fourteen Points? And isn't that in the consitution, that we "hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, the pursuit of Happiness, and BART?.

The coalition believes that as a transit-first city, San Francisco should encourage use of public transit instead of cars and proposes a variety of revenue-raising measures that would eliminate the deficit.

Agreed

As the Muni bus doors close on me and my son with an extra wumph, I consider illicitly entering through the back door of the next bus without paying the fare. Then I remember that when they hiked the rates in 2003, they also jacked up the issuing of tickets to people trying to ride without paying the fare – criminalizing the poor while targeting the poor.

And here I was thinking they were just trying to make sure the fares got endorsed. The funny thing about all this is until recently, I always paid just a buck and nobody said anything.

Without options, I gather our stuff and we begin the long walk home.

Sorry. I can't write right now as I'm too busy crying into my handkerchief

Does this sound really pretentious when I say that the ostrich portobello appetizer at Blowfish just might be the best thing ever?

Yes?

Oh well. But seriously, it's frickin' good.

From last week's yoga class- the place I've been going to has recently changed everything around. New name, new teachers, new theme. But as it doesn’t have a new location, it's still the place for me. So I went there last Sunday, the first time I've been there after all the new changes. This class had two new teachers, a man and woman tag-team.

How shall I describe the teachers? I knew I was in trouble from the get-go when they gave their little introductory speech about how friendship was going to be the theme of the class (some of the teachers try and give some sort of pep talk before the class) and everytime they'd talk about the power of friendship, they'd clasp each others hands, turn to each other, and then give themselves warm fuzzy smiles. It goes without saying that within minutes of the class I already felt like I was going to throw up in my mouth.

They were like something out of a Christopher Guest movie. They finished each other's sentences and when they let the other person speak, they'd shake their heads and exclaim their affirmation to everyone. When one of them was teaching, the other one would finish off a command with a "oh yeah!" or "okay everyone!" And then, to top it all off, they finished the class by handing out copies of that old yoga standard, Amazing Grace, and led everyone in several rounds of the song. Craziest part of the whole bit? There were enough people into it that I could hear counter melodies and harmony.

And yes, my droogies, it was maybe the hardest yoga class I've ever had to sit through.

Thank God it was Superbowl Sunday. Nothing like washing away all that with beer, cheese steaks, and the Godaddy.com ad.

Appropos of nothing, here are some of new faves:

Neko Case
Fark.com's Photoshop contests
Downloading "Rainbow Connection" and Bon Jovi's "Lay Your Hands on Me"
Volleyball
Lost
Getting an e-mail from wing nut Family Values guy and one of the leaders of the Gray Davis recall, Tony Andrade, for snarking on him on SFist.
This weeks SF Weekly with it's Apologist column about Chris Daly and his temper problem and the cover story on Journey
Having money in the savings account
The donburi bowl at Super Mondo's Noodle Bar
The Pesto Pollo wrap at Il Mariachi (is that what it's called?), the burrito shop down the street from me
U2's "Crumbs From Your Table"

So you're Melanie on this season of the Real World. You're kind of too-cool-for-school and kind of bitchy, but still by the far the only likeable one. You're the only one on the show who doesn't come off as wanting to use the show to audition for minor celebrity status. And you have a great rack. You come home really drunk one night and get cornered by your roomates and told how much you suck.

Is that really a bad thing? Shouldn't it be considered a compliment? Wouldn't being the one on the Real World who everyone hates primarily because you don't play along with all the stupid Real World games be a good thing? Is being called a bitch by the fake-breasted wannabe ho with major daddy issues and a future posing in Playboy so bad? Or the alcoholic who was arrested for defecating in someone else's dorm room?

And one more random pop culture thought- the rumour flying around the internets is that Jessica Simpson hooked up with Johnny Knoxville. But that's not the interesting part. The interesting part is that the rumour has it that he introduced her to whacky world of rimming. How did that rumour get started? How do people know? Was Jessica like all "I got my salad tossed" to her girlfriends who were all "Jessica got rimmed" to their girlfriends and so and so forth? Or did Johnny send an e-mail that was all "guess what I did dawg? I hit it with Jessica and did some ass-licking" and the e-mail got sent around the office so that everyone saw it? How would you feel if you opened up the papers and saw that all over the place? Well, if you're Johnny, you're stoked.

But still.

It's taken me long enough, but yes, I have finally hopped on the "Lost" bandwagon. And yeah, I wrote about this before.

Anyways, while I'm getting into it and think the show deserves some of the props it's been getting, I still have some problems with it. The main problem I'm having with it is believability. But what I find believe and what I don't find believable are a little different than what most people think. Like I'm totally down with there being a monster on the island and the mysterious French woman. And I'm okay with Locke suddenly being able to walk, there being a plane survivor who wasn't on the mainfest, a psychic telling Claire to get onto the plane, or a kid with strange powers. All of that stuff I'm down with. Hell, that's why I like the show- I love all that mysterious stuff (I loved, loved "Twin Peaks" for that reason).

But there's a few things I'm having trouble buying. And while there's a few little things I can't believe, there's one main thing I'm having trouble with. And that's this- the hot chick whose part of the inevitable triangle between Jack and Sawyer? So not buying her as an ex-con who robbed a bank. No way, no how. No women who looks like that is going to be robbing banks.

No siree, Bob.

So first off, yes, props go to Spinney & Mir for two of those aforementioned Stuporbowl parties. I totally biffed on that one.

Oops.

Okay, now back to the fun.

At work, we're interviewing people for a similiar position as mine. Today, I got sent down to meet with today's interview and found out after a couple of minutes that she got a job I interviewed for. It was a job I interviewed for in May, I think, and the fun surrounding that interview was that I was sick as a dog (not to mention slightly hungover) and spent most of the interview trying not to, take your pick, pass out or throw up. It was a great job, however, and they sounded like they were into me, despite it all (I even told them I was deathly ill) but, as we all know, I didn't get the job. And yes, I was kind of bummed as it was a great job at a great company and it was located right across from the ballpark.

But that was then and this is now.

Anyways, the reason why she is interviewing at Super Mondo is that she's about to get laid off. Along with the rest of the office. All of which made me feel kind of good because I didn't get the job. Not that it was better than my current job, but it's nice to know that it just proves that everything is in it's right place. I also couldn't help but think but that in some sort of alternate universe, that could have been me in that interview chair.

She also mentioned that she was working at yet another office I interviewed at, although I can't remember when I interviewed there (yes, it's a small world and yes, I've been on a lot of interviews). She got laid off from there too- yet another office got closed.

And yes, it's all sorts of nice to hear all this.

I heard the coolest cell phone ring today- "Sweet Home Alabama" Which makes me think that the ultimate cell phone ring would be, of course "Freebird."

So W. released his big budget today and everyone's all shocked! shocked! that he's going around and cutting a lot of benefits. It's looking like almost all every government program, including farm cuts and veteran cuts and social security and on and on and on are getting it. And you know what? Go nuts. Have at it, George. Cut and cut away. You know why? Because all you idgits, all you farmers and all you veterans and all you blue collar types voted for him. Despite the fact it was totally obvious that his economic plan didn't make sense and despite the fact the idea of cutting taxes with huge budget deficits while at war could only lead to huge budget cuts, you voted for him anyways. And when Ms. Red State gets cancer from asbestos planted in their office building that the owner doesn't have to fix because W. put the kaibosh on lawyers, oh well.

In short, suck on it.

Hope you at least enjoy the fact you buy all the guns you want and there'll be no more gay cartoon characters on TV.

All I can say about the Superbowl is….mmmm…cheesesteaks.

Actually, maybe because I didn't watch the pregame stuff at all or maybe because I was watching it with people with a vested interest in the game (Iggles fans), it actually felt more like a football game than most Superbowls do. Usually, the football blends so much into the rest of the hype that it's just one component of it. You know, like somehow it gets blurred with the commercials and the pregame concerts and all that stuff so that you can't remember which is which.

Or maybe it's just because most games are really boring. Or maybe it's because there's so much partying going on, I can't remember a thing.

So, I thought it would be fun to go back over each Superbowl and see what I remember. And I'll start with the College years because anything before that doesn't really count because, well, the fun doesn't really start until you hit college.

XXI NYGiants 39 Denver 20
Watched it on the rec room floor of my dorm. It being Santa Barbara, most people I knew didn't really care. I think, in fact, I was one of a few people from my floor to head to the rec room. Everyone else I think went to the beach or were too hungover to leave their room. The only thing I remember was spending the entire game totally paranoid that everyone who was watching the game could tell how stoned I was.


XXII Washington 42 Denver 10
This one was right in the middle of mid-terms and I remember thinking that I'd study up til the game, behave myself, and then go back to studying after the game. Didn't happen. Don't remember a thing about this game either.

XXIII San Francisco 20 Cincinnati 16
I remember feeling that this game was really boring and Montana's last minute drive totally inevitable. I remember too that I watched it at a friends' house, but not sure which friend's house and for some reason, I remember watching this game in my Sophmore year apartment which is totally wrong because this game took place my Junior year.

XXIV San Francisco 55 Denver 10
Mich, Kym & Lu threw one hell of a keg party for this Superbowl. And that's all I remember.


XXV NYGiants 20 Buffalo 19
I actually watched this in Stockton. I know. Stockton? The college friends and I spent an exciting weekend there because a friend's parents were out of town and we watched this game at another friends house with all their family. Which is why I remember being totally sober for this one. Still don't remember a thing about the game other than thinking "hey, whadda you know, it was a good game." Also remember this weekend gave us the running joke "gotta feed the dog" which amused us for years.

Good times. Good times.

XXVIII Dallas 30 Buffalo 13
XXVII Dallas 52 Buffalo 17
XXVI Washington 37 Buffalo 24
Frankly, all these games blur into one. I remember watching one of them at Stoner's house on the edge of Dolores Park, the one with an incredible view of the city, but can't remember which one. I also think I might have been in Tahoe for one them, but that seems a little weird. Then again, I don't really think anyone remembers these games either as they were all pretty much one big, huge Bills butt-kicking.

XXIX San Francisco 49 San Diego 26
We watched this one in Brew's tiny studio in the Tenderloin. I remember the game was such a blow out that it seemed like the Niners were basically playing a scrimmage out there and feeling bad for CJ who is a big Chargers fan. I also remember the best part of the game was teaching Mrs. Brew how to get into football because she didn't have a clue. When the Niners won, we ran down to Market street to watch all the celebrating, a thing that consisted mainly of cars honking up and down Market street and everyone high-fiving each other.

XXX Dallas 27 Pittsburgh 17
Watched this game in bed with food poisoning. That Friday night Hoser had a dinner party where he tried out a new recipe and several of us went down the next day. Last time he threw a dinner party.

XXXI Green Bay 35 New England 21
Rothbart's house. I think we watched most of the game with the sound turned down and Rush cranked on the stereo. Highly recommended, by the way.

XXXII Denver 31 Green Bay 24
Cherry's apartment in North Beach. Great football game, or at least that's what I remember of it. Don't remember the game other than it was good.

XXXIII Denver 34 Atlanta
Ditto. Except it wasn't a good game. I did have a lot of fun, though, I just don't remember any of it.

XXXIV St.Louis 23 Tennessee 16
I watched this one at SEBy's downstairs neighbors' house. I do remember the ending, but the main thing I remember about this game was it had the spread to end all spreads. Damn, that was some good eats.

XXXV BALTIMORE 34 NY Giants 7
Don't remember a thing about this one other than how dangerous brownies can be. I do remember CJ in a corner, totally glazed over, half drooling and unable to talk through most of it. I think this one was the one where Britney and N'Sync rocked out to Aerosmith and thinking that we, as a nation, couldn't sink anymore culturally even if we tried.

XXXV NEW ENGLAND 20 St.Louis 17
I would like to say that this game, the one right after 9/11 and the one with U2 and the one with Adam Venuteri's field goal to win it was something that I'd remember forever, but I mainly remember this game as yet more misadventures with Medical Marijuana as someone brought the World's Biggest Joint. That joint will go down in history.


XXXVII Tampa Bay 48 Oakland 21
I watched this game mainly with a bunch of lesbians. Don't ask.

XXXVIII New England 32 Carolina 29
The Nipple Shot Heard Round the world and nobody I saw this one with even knew what happened. Which just goes to show just how ridiculous the whole thing was. Most of us found out when somebody went online after the game and saw it on ESPN.com. I do remember that I made a point of watching this game as it was pretty good, but I was so stressed out about being unemployed I couldn't really get into it. I also remember everyone's disappointment when the World's Biggest Joint didn't make another appearance.

Yeah, I know. No posting lately.

Sorry.

Going to take the rest of the week off. I'm fighting off a cold, having a bit of an issue with the ole carpal tunnel (who knew spending eight hours on a computer at work then five hours at home could be bad for you?), and out a lot this week.

So check in on Monday for something. I hope.

Oh, and Go Iggles!