Speaking of Lisps...
Is it just me, or during the half-time show just now, did Mick Jagger actually sing, I can't get no satisfaction, but I twy and I twy and I twy...?
And another observation- punk rockers can't age gracefully. There's just no room for that, what with having to keep up their image of sequins and tight clothes, and yet who wants to see an old man's bare stomach and knobby knees?? Who wants an old man's hips rolled around like that- like that! Shouldn't he be wearing a wind-breaker and sitting in a beach chair on his retirement ocean-front property, next to an attractive woman his age? How, HOW is that not more enticing to him than doing his famous chicken jig for girls young enough to be great-granddaughters while he huffs and puffs and blows the stage down? That's all I can think...and talk about.
This would also be the reason I'm writing it here, in the middle of the game, because I was driving Shaun crazy. And since I'm already at it, Hugh Heffner with his three blondes on all the network commercials...I couldn't help thinking he must relate well to that song and dance Mick Jagger's still doing. Clearly, Heffner's invested his entire life looking for satisfaction, and I'm afraid he's pitching his tent too close to Sodom to find it...okay, more like he's staked his tent right in the middle of Sodom. For me, his situation is much more depressing than Mick's. Have things always been this bad? Are Shaun and I really going to have to talk about Hugh Heffner to grade-school boys who just want to watch a football game? No Janet this year, but no real improvement, either...
Well the game's about to start again, and I'm rooting Seahawks. (Troy's caveman hair freaks me out- and not so much the hair itself, but the image of it flowing out of a football helmet- I just can't reconcile these things...and besides, I gotta keep some competition in the house.) So on that note- back to the game- gooooo Seahawks!
