azurelunatic | Superbowl Report

Needless to say, I didn't watch it. I watched it in 2001, when the Late Mr. Potter (tardy, not deceased) assigned it to us for business class: watch the commericals. I sat with my laptop in my favorite chair in the living room, with my tunes cranked through the headphones, and turned off the music when the commercials came on. When the display switched back to the game, I continued writing.

I think I was hacking on the bit where

rosalynde re-encounters her First Tragic Love in the bar...

Instead of watching this year's stuff on TV,

yaksha42 and I enjoyed a nice session of some very fun things, mostly involving some newfound uses for his tongue. His plan was to go back to his apartment and talk happily and loudly with TMI about the fun he'd had while they were watching the game.

All his roommates are single, see. It's rather grating upon at least one of the roommates to wrap his mind around the idea that Yakky has a girlfriend. "So how's your girlfriend?" he asked the other day, then shook his head and said, "That just sounds wrong." Evidently, Yakky is too geek to have a girlfriend.

I am amused.