1. well, it was a fairly disappointing football weekend overall, with two of the three teams i was rooting for eliminated from the playoffs. this sadness was mitigated, however, with the utter glee of watching Saint Peyton and his Colts brought down by the Steelers. holy shit, what a game that was. there was the horrendous officiating (since when does a guy catching the ball, hitting the ground with both knees, and maintaining control not constitute an interception??), the nail-biting defensive manuevers, that surreal Bettis fumble, then that even more surreal Roethlisberger tackle, then the missed field goal? my god. it was almost heart stopping. but i am very pleased with the outcome, because i just cannot stand Manning. that smug little prick - walking around like he's god's gift to football. did anybody else see that 4th down play where Dungy sent the punt team onto the field and Manning waved them off?? and Dungy did nothing?? seriously...my friend from pittsburgh noted, "Cowher would have gone out on the field and dragged him off by the helmet." and nothing against Dungy, i think he's a great coach, but how are you going to let yourself be disrespected like that? whose team is this, anyway? unreal. and then after the loss, in the press room, Manning's trying to "find a safe word" with which to criticize his offensive line? well, honey, you're certainly going to need a safe word after managing to point a finger in public at the guys charged with protecting your ass week in and week out. good luck.
2. i was watching dawson's creek this morning (shut up), and i sort of can't believe that the Michelle Williams of that first season is the Michelle Williams who could go home with a golden globe for best supporting actress tonight. and she'd deserve it - she was freaking fantastic in Brokeback Mountain. however, this is the woman who decided that in this morning's episode, the best was to play Jen Lindley as a convincing teenage drunk is to puke into her hand, and not over the fence like any normal person. seven years later, there's oscar talk. miracles do happen.
3. women, please stop wearing trucker hats. right this second. ditto with the Uggs.
4. you know what demographic i feel really bad hating but usually do it anyway? those slightly elderly ladies that stock up on random amalgamations of things at the drug store, and then hold up the line for 10 minutes getting everything out of their cart (there are carts, at walgreen's! who knew?) and spreading their coupons out and arguing over 30 cents here and 65 cents there. i want to bludgeon these women with stacks of Us Weekly, or bins of Chapstick, or whatever else is handy while i wait interminably to buy a roll of toilet paper and some dish soap. i'm sorry old ladies, i know you mean me no malice, but i want to kill you.