If you watched the game last night, you either enjoyed, or were horrified by, KC’s second-half comeback and overtime win. We loved it. So did these kids.
If you watched the post-game festivities you saw Travis making a bit of a fool of himself singing Viva Las Vegas. Good for him! If you can’t be silly after winning the Super Bowl then what’s the point? He’s just a big goofy teddy bear and a little boy in a giant’s body. Our Phil, who is pretty close with Tay from all their photo shoots, tells us she really loves the big lug. So we do too TS!
Here’s how she dressed for the event. Not too sexy, but so what? Who else could look like that after a three-hour performance and a flight from Tokyo?
There was some talk from KC about a “three-peat” next season. That’s ridiculous, of course. It’s not even a real word. Plus, everyone knows the Jets are winning next year. Here’s Jets QB Wilson, taking a short breather during a game. You okay buddy? Get up slowly.
In today’s NYT, Letters to the Editor, this sentence jumped off the page and smacked me in the nose. It’s in a letter on gender transitioning written by Audry Basch of Brooklyn. ”I stopped my hormone regimen because I had doubts about the idea of marrying a straight man, since they’re generally less funny than gay men.”
Ouch!
In the puzzle today, the clue at 10D was “Baked things that might get people baked,” and the answer was POT BROWNIES. Another sign of how loose the NYT has gotten.
Lewis posted:
Regarding POT BROWNIES, there was that time in college when I made a batch. I didn’t remember if pot when baked was more or less potent than when smoked, I knew it was one or the other. Naturally, I erred on the side of biggest bang for the buck, so I threw in a ton.
End result: There was that moment when I was lying in bed and somehow remembered that I left the kitchen light on. Turning it off involved what seemed like an overwhelming number of steps – walking through a hallway, flipping a switch, remembering how to get into the kitchen itself, for instance – and despite great efforts at figuring out how to complete this task, it was just too complicated to attempt. The light remained on.
I lucidly remember this moment from many years ago, my brain shining a bright light on that point in time when it was a dim bulb.
I responded with the following:
Since we’re sharing today, the one time I had pot brownies I was at an Eagles game back in the 70’s. I had too many (two) — not to get high(er), but because they were delicious. After a while, we decided we had to go to the bathroom so we started climbing these incredibly steep steps that went on forever. I remember turning around at one point and remarking to my friend: “This is harder than sitting.”
At 24A, “Actress Jessica” was not our frequent guest, Ms. Alba. It’s Jessica BIEL. Both are stunning young ladies, of course, and both have an open invitation to drop by. JB turns 42 next month and has been married to Justin Timberlake since 2012. They have two boys: Silas and Phineas. Jess went to school at Tufts, outside Boston. Her paternal great-grandfather was the son of Hungarian-Jewish immigrants. Phil tells us she has many different “looks.” This one is nice.
Today is the birthday of both Abe Lincoln and Charles Darwin. Both were born in 1809. Despite not being gay, Lincoln had an excellent sense of humor. Take that, Audry Basch!
On our flights to and from Ireland and the West Coast, I watched Sarah Silverman’s comedy special three times. She opened with a Jewish mother joke: What did the Jewish mother say after seeing her daughter perform in a porn flick?
Answer: You were the best one! My Sharon was the best one!
So what did the Owl Chatter community think of the Super Bowl ads? TBH, I had trouble figuring out what many of them were for. Thumbs up, as always, for Christopher Walken. Did the Scientology ad creep you out? How about the ads for Jesus? Shouldn’t those have warnings like the drug commercials — something in small print or a hurried voice saying that your children may be molested? Just sayin’.
Let’s finish today with a painting by EDGAR Degas. He was in the puzzle, boringly clued by “Painter Degas.” Does that dark-haired dancer on the right have three legs? What am I missing? Oh, wait. Never mind.
See you tomorrow folks!
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