So I might have lied ...

... or at least been mistaken, because about five minutes after I posted that I was going to stay home tonight and watch the game, my brother texted me and asked if I still wanted to come to the party. So I went.

I rooted for the Packers, since I generally don't like football anyway and I'm not rooting for any team whose quarterback is getting sexual assault charges handwaved, and it was sort of weird as my normally contrary family was rooting for the Packers as well. Granted, it was partly to annoy my Steelers-loving uncle, but my cousin kept calling Roethlisburger a fat pig and my brother called him "Rape-lisburger" at one point. That last one was more satisfying than amusing, because it's nice that my dopey crass brother wasn't dismissing the whole thing as lying women picking on that poor rich quarterback or whining that the announcers had the nerve to mention that Roethlisburger might have had his poor woobie feelings hurt by reading headlines this morning about those assault accusations. (Both of those came from Steelers fans at the party, natch.)

However, the one thing that I did get out of the party was that my brother and I are now probably going to be dueling nonstop on Wordfeud. A neverending game of faux!Scrabble with the kid who learned to read from Final Fantasy games as a kid? Oh, this should be interesting.

Also, Christina Aguilera fucked up the Star-Spangled Banner and yet she still sounded better than Fergie.

Still haven't watched SPN ...

... or, for that matter, last week's Top Gear, for exactly the reason everybody's up in arms about. You know when I said that the reason the American version of Top Gear is bound to suck is because the original Top Gear's appeal is not with the goddamn cars? Yeah, well, I can only imagine the one place it WILL succeed is in scrapping the casual racism and xenophobia.

Ahem.

That said, what I *did* watch this morning was the most recent episode of Community. How is it that the more evil Pierce gets, the more I tend to enjoy watching him? Also, the sex-in-the-stable montage may have made me sprain an ab muscle from laughing so hard.

Aw, Fat Neal. Don't let anybody tell you you're not awesome. :D

GYAH.

I don't think I'm spoiling anything when I say that in 127 Hours, Aron Ralston has to cut his arm off after it's pinned by a boulder. However, one amusingly in-character moment comes afterward, when he turns around before leaving and silently snaps a picture of the severed forearm still trapped behind the boulder.

I thought it was just a funny fake character bit Danny Boyle threw in. But I ordered a used copy of "Between A Rock And A Hard Place" to read because, hey, you guys know me and survival stories, and EW EW ARON RALSTON REALLY DID TAKE THAT PHOTO EW EW EW.

... okay, so my reaction was maybe a little more, "HA! That's both disgusting and awesome," but still.

In other news, I've bought new tea!

I got the Toasted Marshmallow tea and it is heavenly. Oh, man, it smells *exactly* like a toasted marshmallow. I was sniffing from the bag all day long because it smelled so good. And the taste is wonderful and not too smoky. I drank it almost all day long at work.

I also got the caramel tea, which is really nice all on its own, but at the same time it tastes like it's meant to be mixed with other teas, you know what I mean? It's like brown sugar -- it tastes good, but it really should be used for making cookies. Or something.

And I got the fruit medley because they're temporarily out of the wild strawberry (which is a crime, let me tell you). The fruit medley's not bad, per se, but it's a tad more flowery than the wild strawberry, which is the same thing which turned me off the strawberry-flavored black tea. I swear, as soon as they get in the wild strawberry, I'm ordering twenty damn pounds of the stuff.

Speaking of, if anybody wants five-dollar gift certificates for Adagio, gimme a head's-up and I'll email them to you.