Last night I did something I never do: I sat through part of a football game. A New England team was playing some other team and I guess it was a big deal. My friend blogger Red Sauce had invited me and the Large Greek over for dinner and since her girlfriend is a fan, we watched a little. I remain mystified by that game's appeal. The clock will read something like ten minutes left to go, but instead of ticking down like it would if you were running a marathon, the clock stops every five seconds or so. Ten minutes is suddenly three hours!
Anyway, it finally ended (don't ask me who won) and we turned to the L Word, already in progress. Hmm. No boobies, no circles, and, as usual, a little too much Jenny for my liking. She's still yelping about her bad review, inexplicably calling her nemesis a "vagina." As in "she's such a vagina." Either commit to the "c" word or shut it. Yawn. I'll leave it at that.
What did get my attention was this news story about a 29-year-old guy who tried to register for school as a 12-year-old. The registered sex offender got busted when school authorities noticed, um, he was almost thirty!!! Not only that, but he was living with two older pedophiles who were really pissed off when they discovered the truth about their not-so-young friend: "Stiffler and Robert James Snow, 43, 'were very upset when the detectives told them they had been having a sexual relationship with a 29-year-old man and not a pre-teen boy,' Quayle said."
Speaking of child molesters, there was a very sad episode of Frontline last week, dealing with the Boston diocese's molester-priest cover-up. I'm pretty sure you can still catch it online, if you're interested in that kind of thing.
In more upbeat news, soon-to-be evicted 94-year-old Dominick Diomede won't have to move this month. An anonymous good samaritan is paying the 2k rent this month and he's gotten a bunch of donations to help him eventually make the move. Aww! (Though his landlords still suck ass.) Oh, and speaking of ridiculous real estate, I went to an open house at the Toxic Death Dump! Bwah ha ha! 685K!?!?! Little old men are getting evicted and people without a lick of sense are pouring their almost three-quarters of a million bucks into that?!?!
Take 50 bucks out of your piggy bank, lay it on Chicago. You will then understand football, Grasshopper!
Posted by: osisbs | January 23, 2007 at 11:19 AM
i have a confession: my boyfriend wore me down after three years and now i TOTALLY LOVE football. that night of the worst storm in seattle history? we were at the seahawks game! i swear.
i want chicago to go DOWN since they crushed the seahawks in the playoffs. and that game you were watching with the patriots-colts? so freaking exciting. i actually get teary-eyed when the good guys win. scary, i know.
Posted by: michelle goodman | January 23, 2007 at 12:42 PM
Horse racing, soccer, basketball. . . all sports I can deal with. But I will never ever like football. It is far too slow moving and if I'm going to watch athletes, they'd best either be pretty horses or showing mama some skin.
Posted by: Judy McTouchdown | January 23, 2007 at 03:02 PM
What, the tight pants the football players wear don't do it for you??
What happened last night on LWord?
Did Jenny get hit by a bus??
I'm waiting with baited breath for your wrap-up!
Posted by: Cupcake | January 29, 2007 at 03:15 PM