I was kind of expecting this to be an uneven match, and was pleasantly surprised. My team wasn’t playing, so I pulled for the underdog Cardinals, and they didn’t disappoint! We served a pork loin this year – different than the usual pizza and wings, and quite delicious. Superbowl TCWC style… baked brie, artichoke dip, roasted veggie guacamole. OK, and chili cheese dogs.
It’s possible that Bruce Springsteen surpassed Tom Petty’s performance at last year’s Superbowl, and I didn’t expect to say that. I hope to God I have as much fun at my job when I’m 59 as Bruce Springsteen appears to. Also, if you’re feeling suddenly old at the news that the Boss is 59, welcome to the club. You’re in good company. What a great moment for Bruce and the E-Street Band! Kind of strange that he held a 20 minute press conference to discuss a 12 minute performance, but seeing as it was his first since 1984, I’m gonna give him a pass. Also of note: Have you ever seen the cowbell played with such intensity?
I’m still struggling through ‘Football for Dummies’, but even I know that a 100 yard run is freaking incredible. I also know enough to be very impressed by Larry Fitzgerald. I’m far enough through ‘Dummies’ to have understood the game fairly well, and I’m pretty proud of myself. Yes, there is a Dummies book for everything.
My friend Russ wants to know when they’re going to come up with a helmet that’s impossible to grasp? Like, some high-tech polymer or something. Come on, people. They’re liquefying brains on Fox.
We were pretty universally disappointed in the commercials this year. The advertisers had some 3-D offerings, and we obligingly went out to the local grocery store and picked up the required glasses. I also had a pair of the ‘fancy’ glasses they now sell at movie theaters. None of the glasses worked terribly well with the 3-D technology… we’re not sure if it was the dimensions of my living room (small) or our subsequent proximity to my flat screen television (large). I really hate that, because I’m a total convert to the ‘new’ 3-D technology at the theaters.

Glory Days, indeed....
Although this was a record year for money spent on Superbowl commercials, there was less flash and sparkle. The gang counted at least a half dozen commercials that we have seen before. The state of our economy really is touching every facet of American life these days. It’s hard not to be kind of sad. Just when I was feeling a bit down in the dumps, the Cardinals came back in the third quarter and they aired the wind-in-the-jar commercial, which cheered me right up. Bruce Springsteen clearly has the right idea. We’re all going to be working until the day we die anyway… might as well take lessons in how to enjoy it!
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Showtime is working hard at capturing the hearts (and minds!) of American Premium Channel subscribers, and ‘United States of Tara’ is the last in a short line of incredible shows. This time they have tapped Toni Collette (Oscar and Golden Globe Nominated, you’ll remember her from the Sixth Sense and Little Miss Sunshine) as Tara, a mother with a complicated medical diagnosis and an unconventional approach.The show is written by Diablo Cody (Oscar winning writer of ‘Juno’), and so far, I’m captivated. When I first saw the previews, I wondered mightily about the premise. If it had been on another network, I probably would have passed it by. But after Weeds and Dexter, I trusted Showtime enough to check it out.
Let me tell you. If Tara is acting, she should win next year’s Emmy for Best Female Performance. Because I’m pretty sure that Toni Collette is a slam dunk for the award. So far I’ve met three of the Alters, and each time I am fully convinced of them as actual alternative personalities. Hm… let me try that another way: I know that Toni is acting. She is obviously flawless in her characterization of the three Alters. But somehow she manages to shade the performance so delicately that Tara is still something else entirely. The Altars don’t feel like Tara acting. It’s the darnedest thing.
The first Alter we meet is ‘T’, an obnoxious, promiscuous, party-loving 15 year old girl. She and teenage daughter Kate get along famously, and T provides Kate with birth control pills and shopping sprees. T’s hyper-sexuality in combination with Tara’s husband Max (John Corbett – Aidan from Sex and The City) provides us with our first glimpse of the inevitable moral questions raised by Showtime programming. Even more disturbing, the behavior of daughter Kate in the early episodes made me faintly queasy. This kid is a sexual animal, and I’m not sure I’m looking forward to finding out why.
Next up is Buck, the only male Alter so far. He is a trucker-type, who claims his penis was shot off in Vietnam. He is loud, abraisive, generally drunk, and creepy with the ladies. Interestingly, Buck is left handed – flawlessly so, as we see him doing very well at the gun range with Max and Marshall.
Finally, everyone’s least favorite Alter is Alice. A June Cleaveresque nightmare, she is hopelessly out of touch with anything outside of the kitchen. Unless another human happens to be in the kitchen. Then she’s hopelessly out of touch with everything. She drinks martinis and sneaks cooking sherry while making perfectly created scrapbooks. Honestly, Alice scares me a bit more than either of the others. I’m not sure why yet, but mark my words!
Earlier this week I talked about the Willing Suspension of Disbelief, in my review of the Fox series ‘

These days, I’m all for trying out any show that isn’t about the law or medicine. I caught a few episodes of Fringe in the Fall season, but I wasn’t terribly impressed. It is different and visually interesting though… and they sucked me in on the first episode of January, so I’m back for the time being.
In the first 20 minutes of ‘Bound’, she is abducted twice. In the first abduction, she convinced her captor to give her a sip of water, and he stupidly let her sit up and placed the glass in her hand. She took out several large men with brutal efficiency, shockingly fast. Rather than pausing a moment for a mini-meltdown, she immediately shifts gears to find the person responsible for her kidnapping. When asked by her boss ‘are you OK?’ she replies ‘not yet’. Tough chick! Sadly, she is almost immediately drugged, restrained and abducted – this time, by a group of company agents. OK, hang on for this twisted tale: It seems that Olivia was once a prosecutor. She convicted a man, named Mr. Harris, for sexual assault. The conviction was overturned, and somehow Mr Harris ends up working for the Department of Homeland Security (huh?). He has been ordered to review the Fringe Science Division, which has brought him back to Olivia’s orbit. He decides to abduct and interrogate her as a part of his investigation (seriously, huh?). Don’t forget I warned you that this show requires a complete and willing suspension of disbelief.
Theodore Roosevelt wrote: ‘It’s not the critic who counts’. His was an ode to the man who does, rather than to the man who sits idly by. Well, Mr. Roosevelt didn’t live in the 21st century, surrounded by 24-hour news media, where ‘multi-tasking’ has evolved past being a Corporate America catch-phrase and is now a life strategy for frazzled soccer moms. We don't have much 'sitting idly' time, and what little we have must be used wisely!