Marking my calendar, Super Bowl is on Groundhog Day this year and kickoff is scheduled for 5:30 pm my time, which is central/Chicago time. This picture clicks to a vacation package if you want to check it out. I’m not being being paid to link it, just wishful thinking.
We’ve already got a rack of ribs in the freezer. I might make a coconut pie because that’s the only time all year I make one for some reason, no idea why. I need to make sure Scott has a little pint of Dulce de Leche Haagen-Dazs ice cream tucked in the back of the freezer where he can’t find it before then, Orville Redenbacher’s Movie Theater Butter microwave popcorn on hand, and hopefully some halfway healthy and nutritious finger foods like tortilla chips and salsa. I made the mistake of fixing up a big breakfast last Super Bowl and Scott wound up snacking on junk the rest of the day instead of a good meal later in the afternoon. I’d love to be able to order pizza because the commercials make me drool, but we live too far out of town. Might pick up something fun like premade jalapeno poppers from a deli case.
I usually never care which teams make it to the Super Bowl because for me it’s all about the party. I went through my first Super Bowl live tweet last year AND. IT. WAS. AWESOME. You can still find stashes of fun a few people had the wits to save, like Funniest Super Bowl power outage tweets, and then of course there was real time marketing and fan reaction like Super Bowl blackout quickly spawns social ads & parody Twitter accounts and That was quick: @ SuperBowlLights debuts Twitter account (which I followed immediately). I really love the real time interaction between fans, celebrities, advertisers, and sports industry staff, it’s like the world becomes one big warm fuzzy hug and you’re not just watching a game on TV anymore, you’re PART of something happening across the entire nation and even around the world. Especially when you can tweet HEY, I HAVE OREOS! when you see something like this happen. How Oreo Culture-Jacked The Super Bowl
In the olden days I would go to Super Bowl parties at my mil’s house and wear my Chicago Bears sweatshirt just to be annoying, because she was a hard core Packers fan. Everything in her house was green. That all changed when her golden boy Brett Favre went to the Vikings, which kinda killed the fun because Scott’s a Vikings fan too and I couldn’t be annoying any more. If I had the money I’d buy one of every team’s colors and walk around annoying people all day long everywhere I go. I was in a grocery store one day in my Vikes tee and the bread guy restocking shelves out of his van nagged me about how bad the Vikes were sucking, which I thought was hilarious. More strangers talk to me when I’m wearing football t-shirts than any other kind of t-shirt I wear, including scifi shows. I like it. And it gives me license to give crap back without actually causing trubba, because it’s expected.
Ok, I’ll talk actual football for 5 seconds. I really miss Moss and Culpepper together. Randy Moss is the most beautiful thing that’s ever run around a football field.
All right, enough of that. Super Bowl is ultimately about the commercials moving big money around. Every year around this time I dig up my fave ever commercials and post them somewhere, not necessarily Super Bowl ads. Sorta like psyching up, pre-party.
There are over 20 Geico Caveman commercials, and I don’t think any of the compilations on youtube are complete, but here is one that comes close.
This list could go on for miles, and I’m sure there are people out there worse than me for combing through funny commercials on youtube, so here is the last one, and it cracks me up the most.
You can’t tell from the answer what the equation is.
I know that sounds cryptic, but it’s true. You can’t tell from “5” what the equation was that created that answer. You can’t tell from a fog rolling in whether it is summer or winter over an ocean. You can’t tell from a person’s behavior if they had a rough life or grew up with a silver spoon in their mouths. Some of the sweetest people are in the most anguish, and some of the most enraged are just blustering about.
Deception lurks all around us, masking itself as truth. And what is truth? Even that has become so slippery and elusive, you can spin just about anything into a truth of sorts. How do we go forward if the rocks all around us are slick with moss and the water we cross lies about being calm and shallow?
Bend your mind around and look at yourself. WE are the rocks, and the water. WE are what we are getting across, using for leverage and support, and clinging to. We speak of faith, but what we cling to are things in our heads. We speak of weakness and strength, but these are emotions that come and go as chemicals and hormones flash around in our bodies and brains. We speak of hope and hopelessness little realizing that as we blindly grope around our dark nights, outsiders of space and time see us so close to accomplishing our true tasks, so close and so blind, and we can’t see how close so we struggle mightily with whether to go on or give up.
One word can turn a day around. One sentence, one hug, even one thought. And once a day is turned around, the world is turned around. We each have a world. We think we share a globe, a planet, but what we really share are thoughts and experiences. We share joys and sorrows. That we stumble through all the inclement weathers together on a ball in space is only a stage with props where we come together and share our monologues and diatribes and songs.
‘Real’ and ‘truth’ come with experience, which is just about the only thing that can bring us wisdom, unless we choose to remain stupid. Sometimes we ‘wake up’ and realize we cause our own problems, even if all we are doing is choosing to remain wallowing in them. Sometimes we find a way to crawl away from our problems, but more often we find a way to rearrange our minds so that we can survive our problems more cheerfully with distraction of some sort. Distraction is good. Crawling away is better, but if that is too hard then at least we have the power of our minds to repaint our scenery.
I used to be an extremely negative person, borne of very negative people going back generations. True, they were very successful in some ways, but their personal lives were sad and sucky. Sometimes you gotta be mean to get through mean stuff. But that doesn’t mean you gotta stay mean. It’s ok to go soft and sweet. It’s ok to cry and be sad. And then it’s ok to get up and want to be happy.
Find a way to be happy. This is your 2014 commandment from me. Look for the little things around you that are pleasing, speak to the big things in your head that are stalling you, leap into the traces of joy that whisper through your hearts. We. Can. Do. This. It’s hard, yes. But we can do this.
Some of you reading this will never understand the pain just reading this post is causing other people. I’m glad! I hope you never understand! But I do hope we all understand that it’s important to LIVE AND BE WELL. We can choose this. *I* *have* *chosen* *this*.
I know some of you can’t make the decision to have a good 2014. It doesn’t work like that when you live in abusive relationships and addictions and hide underground for whatever reason. But it can still get better. Humans are natural problem solvers, our brains are made to figure out puzzles. Figure out the puzzle that is your life, find ways to make it better. And find people that reinforce this. Shed the negative as much as possible. Hang on to your dreams, even if they look impossible. I’ve been through impossible. You’d be surprised at what time flowing on a little bit can do.
You can’t tell from today what the past was, or what the future will be. But you can change your world with your thoughts and your words. Be powerful people. I sincerely hope we all have a very good 2014.
Last year’s New Year’s Eve was like riding a roller coaster in shock. Out of a big mess came a cute little burrito. This is the wallpaper on Scott’s phone.
This year’s New Year’s Eve is just plain weird, because the Santa Claus thing and stuff. Every New Year’s Eve has been super weird since about 2003, so I tend to get super weird right back at it. This was last year’s Bluejacky post.
New Year Survey- 2013 | Bluejacky: Existential Aspie
But this was also going on around this time last year.
The year before that was even harder when my sister’s only surviving daughter was hit by a car in a crosswalk and wound up with brain injuries and multiple surgeries to save her leg.
So all in all, having a couple of burritos around this year is actually pretty sweet. Nice change, you know? Keeps me pushing myself for better so I can keep up in ways my own self discipline wasn’t doing.
Since 2010 I have lost 50 pounds and gone from completely homebound and totally disabled both mentally and physically to healthiest I’ve been in my adult life, drastically lowered pain levels, and a very active internet life. This time last year I was wearing dark glasses inside my house *with* all the blinds and shades drawn because the migraines were so bad. This time last year I was barely able to construct complete sentences and form them into paragraphs because my brain was still so glitchy, and it would take me all week to construct a post for my Lexx and survey blogs. A little after this time last year I was in lupus flare up and getting brain scans again and wondering if the dysesthenia I was developing all over my body indicated that my central nervous system was finally caving to autoimmune stressors. My neurologist can tell me nothing except don’t worry about it, stay positive. I’ve seen more doctors this last year than ever, amid more and more food and med reactions going crazy on me. My biggest dread is that my own body will kill me going into cytokine storm. Last resort on all fronts is living continually on allergy meds to keep my body calmed down.
If I’m learning ANYTHING it’s staying cool through my nerves going off. That’s a really hard thing to do. When you have to face that your own anger and fear and worry reactions could literally be the death of you, you kinda go through a big priority change. Let it all roll off. NOTHING is worth getting that worked up about.
So… resolutions. I’ve come so far, what is there left to resolute?
Stop. Buying. Radishes. omg, I have turned into my father. What is up with that??? I keep thinking I’ll eat more salads, but I’m saladed *out*. My chickens have been getting some really nice lettuce this year, Boston butter lettuce, organic red leaf lettuce from the health food store, high dollar prewashed yuppy greens. I have very healthy chickens.
Get my paperwork organized. I’m so snowed under EOBs coming in from all sides that I’ve developed the very bad habit of tossing stuff aside unopened and missed a couple of crucial notices. Time to go buy some file folders and spend a day sorting piles and playing office. Maybe I’ll get really cool file folders with wild colors all over them.
Buy furniture. I’m terminally lazy when it comes to materialistic needs. I can live more spartan by default than a 19 year old in his first apartment. Literally. When I had an apartment I sat on the floor watching tv, the guys I knew had to have lawn chairs in their livingrooms. I’ve always been like this. We’ve had an old dresser from Scott’s gramma (she died when she was 102) falling apart for 3 years and I think I need to go shop for a nice dresser. I will make a project of this and let my tweeps input on pix. For anyone thinking this is a silly thing to put into resolutions, remember that I lost all sense of priorities going through complete disability, and stuff like that loses significance when you can’t put your own socks on. In case anyone wonders why I take so many pix of me in my sox… I can put them on myself now. It’s a big deal.
STAY PUBLIC. I nearly wimped on you guys a few times in the last couple months. If I ever disappear again it’ll be for good, either because my health fails or because the depression wins, and I’m very seriously taking this as far in public as possible because that is what is keeping me sane.
No matter what happens, public or not, the publishing will happen. Unless I die first.
I think that’s plenty for this year. Keep it simple, right? Gonna sling this out and get back to The Walking Dead marathon. I just saw Daryl for the first time. I like him. Practical.