Sunday evening uff da

[mrissa]

Some days the chores sort of cascade down into a chore avalanche. Today, for example, I was going to get the bathmats washed, only to find out that after a mere ten and a half years of daily use, the little green one had fallen apart. Fallen rather comprehensively apart at that: so now we have another thing on the "to buy" list and a very, very clean washer and dryer, because the sensible thing seemed to be to throw the other bathmats in the dryer after I'd cleaned them up as best I could, and let the dryer tumble the crudlets out, which it did, but then there was cleaning the dryer. Whee.

Also, if you like Goldfish crackers but were thinking, "It's too bad they don't taste like manchego and red pepper flakes instead of general supposed cheesiness, and also they are inconveniently fish-shaped," do I ever have the recipe for you. But if you suspect that there are better uses for your time than grating and grating and grating a very firm cheese in order that it might eventually remind you of Goldfish crackers, you may have a point there.

I deviled some eggs on the theory that it's SuperBowl Sunday, and plenty of atheists eat gingerbread at Christmas without feeling the least need to go to church. Actually I deviled quite a few eggs. And then we got two fewer potential deviled egg eaters than expected, and...yah. So the menu for the week appears to be manchego cheese straws and deviled eggs. I am not even interested in SuperBowl commercials, frankly. I know a lot of people find them entertaining, and I'm happy for them, but: meh. I think part of the problem--aside from the fundamental "look, people attempting to sell me things using a value system to which I do not subscribe" thing, which is a bit of an issue--is that they are supposed to be the cleverest and best commercials by such a long margin that I end up depressed that this is as clever as it allegedly gets. Best to just dodge the whole thing.

Maybe it's just that we don't get any commercials featuring Theresa Mauer or Al Newman during the SuperBowl. Silly marketing people.

In other depressing news, our governor thinks domestic violence metaphors--in favor of the violent party--are the way to elevate the tone of political debate. Way to stay classy, T-Paw. The Strib gives the quote as, "It's just like Tiger Woods' wife. We should take a nine-iron to the back windshield of big government spending and smash it out." Hahaha. Oh, the hilarity. When spouses get really angry with each other and do violent things, that's awesome, and should be the subject of both jokes and serious emulation on a state and national scale. I tried to figure out what the alleged Big Government Liberals should try to do in this metaphor, but I was offended by all the ways that could go. All of them. Ye gods.

And anyway, seriously, seriously, don't politicians know to stay away from pop culture by now? "My party is...like, um, like, the M. C. Hammer of American political life: u can't touch this. Unless u can. Because u have moved on in the many years since then. Um. We are the Prince of the American political landscape: you might have made jokes about our symbolism for awhile because you were ignorant of business practices that caused our seemingly bizarre behavior, but we have reverted to a much more familiar labeling now. And also making up really stupid football fight songs, we have reverted to that, too. You can't vote us off the island! Well, you can. But you shouldn't. Because then it would be a one-party state. Unless you counted the Greens or maybe the Libertarians, and the what's-their-names, Independence Party? Something like that." Really, really: pop culture: leave it alone. You are not shooting for, "what a hip and with-it person that politician is." You are shooting for, "That guy knows his ass from first base." That is enough to set you above the pack. Try to nail it. Do not get fancy. Fancy is not your friend.

Comments

[carbonel]

I'm taking a break from watching the Superbowl, commercials and all, to do a quick check of e-mail and LJ.

I'm really appalled at the sexism of some of the commercials. If whoever approves SB commercials nixed a gay dating site commercial, why didn't it nix the one where it stated that the man who goes shopping with his sweetie instead of watching football has had his spine surgically removed? Or the one where it said that acting like a doormat gives you the right to drive the car you want? That's wrong on just so many levels.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

"Men are all dumb oafs! Women are all dumb airheads! Buy our stuff!" Yes, this is part of what I meant by not subscribing to the value system in most of these commercials.

[diatryma.livejournal.com]

Yeah, the commercials were all aimed at people who were not actually at my party. We were pretty solidly pro-Doritos because their commercials were ridiculous, anti-Godaddy because one of the women really dislikes the woman in the commercials. Generally the sort of group in which I didn't feel quiiiite comfortable commenting on the sexism in the commercials out of nowhere, but the Focus on the Family one generated a good five minutes of Why We Do Not Like Them, as did several of the car commercials.

[fidelioscabinet.livejournal.com]

The US Census ad was quite amusing. Most of the others were--um.

Also, Drew Brees snuggling infant on the field after the game was--well, it was a guy snuggling a baby, and while that doesn't make up for the Bud Light and Go-Daddy ads. Still: baby-snuggling.

I would think a governor who had a major highway bridge collapse and provide more than one news cycle's worth of exposure to results of maintenance budget cuts would be very careful when talking about spending issues. That sword can cut both ways' is all. I'm just sayin', Tim.

Cheese straws are a great good thing.

[reveritas.livejournal.com]

Hooray for devilled eggs!

We listened to the Super Bowl on the radio on account of no TV. I didn't have to worry about any stupid commercials. ... Well, no stupider than the usual sports radio commercials, which I can just tune out.

Pretty happy about the Saints. :D

[cathshaffer.livejournal.com]

We skipped the Superbowl, and don't really care about the commercials. However, we did eat guacamole! Also, we watched a completely different TV program on the internet. And lo, our internet BROKE during half time, interrupting our internet program so severely that we had to start it over. Stupid people getting on the internet at half time.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

We ate guacamole, too! markgritter made it. It was lovely. There is a little bit left, so I think it'll be a pushing, shoving, elbowing race downstairs for lunch to see who gets the last of the leftovers.

(This is a metaphor. Nobody shoves the vertiginous Mris.)

[skzbrust.livejournal.com]

"I deviled some eggs on the theory that it's SuperBowl Sunday, and plenty of atheists eat gingerbread at Christmas without feeling the least need to go to church."

I less than three you.