Hey, the Saints are going to make a game of it after all.

How I hate beer commercials (except for the Clydesdales -- it's not their fault they're employed by people who make beer that tastes like carbonated vinegar. And not the good vinegar, either, more like stuff you'd use to clean your stove). I do my bit. I haven't had a Bud or a Miller in, oh, a decade or so, but they're still insulting taste and intelligence every other commercial break. Rubber floors so you don't break a beer bottle, for fuck's sake!

Speaking of stuff I hate, you can add pregame, halftime, and postgame shows from those Fox assclowns. Now in their second decade of making men look bad. When I'm dictator, the first Thunderdome two go in, one comes out deathmatch will be between them and the women of The View. Don't worry, I'll give the gals powertools and crossbows to make it a little more fair.

Yeah, I'm peevish. Was without Chats most of last week, and now I'm on day 2 of her workshop in San Francisco. It's going to be a long damn week, I'll tell you what. Without her around I turn into the love child of Ted Kaczinsky and Mike Tyson, only without the social graces -- be hatin' on everything. I think tonight I'll rock some Beethoven and/or MST3K and if that doesn't work maybe tomorrow I'll take the gun to the range and blow away some old bowling pins.

Look for further pissy installments all this week!