Giddy-yup giddy-yup giddy-yup let’s go…
And yes, it makes it hard to concentrate. On work.
Giddy-yup giddy-yup giddy-yup let’s go…
And yes, it makes it hard to concentrate. On work.
If you know me, you probably realize that I don’t gain much comfort from religion. I’m too much of a cynic, apparently.
This weekend we went to the funeral for my brother-in-law. I really didn’t know him, I met him at my wedding and perhaps saw him a couple other times. He left home when my wife was very young (high chair? I think) and never came back.
So, naturally, my wife said the eulogy. She’s great. She’s going to do my eulogy, because she’ll make me sound so much better than I really am. Maybe make somebody smile or something. Anyway, where was I?
Oh, yeah, we went to the funeral. Of course, funerals are mostly for the people left behind. Nice things were said. The priest explained how it was OK with God that he had followed his own path and questioned everything, how he had turned his back on his firstborn as well as his nine brothers and sisters and parents. Okay, he didn’t say all that, but isn’t that what he meant? You’re dead now, so God forgives you and welcomes you into heaven, because the people you left behind forty years ago all got together and paid for a box and spent some time praying for you.
I told you I was a cynic. You didn’t believe me?
Well, I don’t find much comfort in any of this, and I think that’s a problem, because I’m supposed to. I guess I need to sort it all out before I get hit by a bus or something.
I found this amusing though.
Oh, and my kids decided that Jesus probably got the first Playstation 3, and didn’t even have to wait in line, since his dad has connections in high places.
Okay, others will do this topic justice (in fact, Busy Mom liveblogged the commercials, go see her for all of them and their times and stuff) but I gotta say a couple things about the Super Ads this year.
As for the game?
Meh.
I wanted Chicago to win, I guess, but guess what: you gotta do better than four first downs a half to win the Super Bowl. And both teams fumbled like little kids (our pee wee league has better ball control). Here was my favorite bit:
Kicker: kicks.
Return dude: Touchdown!
Of course, that was pretty much the highlight for Chicago last night, things went to shit after that.