Ah, Super Bowl Sunday. One of the deadliest drunk driving days of the year, the day TiVo actually pays attention to when you hit that instant-replay button, the day men actually go to the supermarket (despite them only buying frozen pizza and Dr. Pepper). Of course I don’t know who’s playing this year. The extent of my sports knowledge is what we’re forced to learn for our current events tests in History. I just honestly don’t see the appeal. The only cool thing about it is the fluorescent line the camera’s paint on the screen. No, I’m going to spend tonight writing about Phi, the Homeridae, and mourning the fact that Amanda Tapping is signing autographs at this very moment and I’m nowhere to be found. But that’s ok, because I have stockpiles of Pocky and Hi-Chew (Japanese candy for those of us who’s extent of international trade consists of Old Navy). So, for those of you who will be watching the Super Bowl tonight (it may have already started, for all I know), go ahead and turn on the tv. Let them know you’re watching so the commercials are more expensive, let’s go ahead and widen the financial gap between the corporations and the rest of us. But me, I’ll be setting my TiVo to the Monk marathon in protest. Take that, Nielsen! By the way, congratulations Tony Shalhoub on the SAG award!

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