Where's Waldo? More Like, Where's DeShawn?
What's with all the Pale HighGrounders at the Superdome last night? How can ESPN show crowd shots of black people to garner sympathy ratings if they can't even find them? Maybe Reggie Bush doesn't care about black people, either.
But I'd like to issue a serious congratulations to the New Orleans Saints, which came out and energized the city with a merciless victory over a Falcons team that everybody loves this year. I kept thinking back to what it felt like being at Yankee Stadium for Game Five of the 2001 World Series after 9/11, and it really choked me up in a good way to know that people left that stadium feeling just a little bit better about themselves for however fleeting the moment.
That's all I got right now. I could relay an awesome coincidence about a cellist named Peter randomly playing Bach's G Major outside my apartment last night as I stood choked up from the pre-game intro and that flashback to 2001 (West Wing fans, that piece ring any bells?), but I'd rather self-nip that and try to demonstrate I'm not a complete babbling mess without a proper filter.
And because I gots me some work to do today, I will now bid you all a good day and hope you get to meet Jackee in your travels. Maaary!
Slack Link of the Day: More evidence for the America's Moving Backwards file: "Frisco [Texas] school trustees aren't renewing the contract of a veteran art teacher who was reprimanded because a student saw a nude sculpture during a museum visit." I hope for sanity's sake that there's a more justified reason for this ridiculous decision, that he molested some kid in the janitor's closet or something. I can only hope. Otherwise, eeesh.
Slack Video of the Day: That article put me in the mood to laugh, so this morning we turn to the comedy stylings of the late Mitch Hedberg: Enjoy this 11-minute video. I think Pringles' initial intention was to make tennis balls. But on the day that the rubber was supposed to show up, a big truckload of potatoes arrived. But Pringles is a laid back company. They said "Fuck it. Cut em up."
Slack Song of the Day: Let's throw down some of the ol' Lucious Bobby Dylan from the 1966 Royal Albert Hall concert -- Tell Me Momma, Baby Let Me Follow You Down, and Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues.