My heart bleeded, girl

Ash and I are going to see Brokeback Mountain at one, so the nervous pre-game spamming won't happen. It'll be an interesting juxtaposition of cultural phenomenom, I think.

Lar sent me this link, from the ACLU, of all places. Amusing, but scary. Ordering pizza in 2010. Make sure your sound is on.

HERE WE GO STEELERS, HERE WE GO!!

They're killing me.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Oh my God, I don't ever want themn to go the the Superbowl again. I can't take it.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

The endless post-game coverage mostly consists of player interviews and video of downtown, where people are milling around, waving their Terrible Towels and talking on their cell phones. Not a burning car in sight. That's no way to celebrate a sports victory, people.

When Erin was at Ohio State, they burned couches when they won football games. Her first party there involved police helicopters and tear gas. Columbus know how to celebrate, yo.

And now, it's over. Thank goodness, and this is probably the last time I'll use this icon until September.

Oh, I take it all back, there's a burning couch.