Superbowl, Taking a Dump Backwards, RIP Heath Ledger, New Razor

New England Patriots vs. New York Giants

Good God we’re going to slaughter them.

The last 3 superbowls we’ve been to, we won each game by a mere three points.  I don’t see that happening this time around.  I’m smelling a colossal victory chock full of Eli Manning fuck-ups (always hilarious).

That picture of Tom Brady wearing a walking cast doesn’t scare me.  The fact that he was carrying flowers for his girlfriend scared the crap out of me.  Let’s not get sidetracked with girls Tom, you have a Superbowl to win.  Just plant your seed and move on. 

Joker, we hardly knew ye.

I’m shocked to hear that Heath Ledger was found dead today.  I really liked this guy’s acting, although the only memorable role I can think of was the gay cowboy from Brokeback Mountain.  I was always glad I saw that movie, as it touched me in a way that no other film about gay cowboys having butt sex in Wyoming ever had before.  

This death also leaves serious question marks surrounding the future of the movie that everyone was lokking forward too.  What will become of ‘The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus’?  

What’s Wicked Gay Right Now:  

Gilette Razors.  I recently upgraded my razor to a Gillette Phantom Fushion Power Razor.  Basically it’s a razor with 5 blades, a trimmer blade on the back, and a button that makes it vibrate.  Man did this thing chew up my face.  In my gym bag I have a schick razor, so when I shave outside my home I use it and it feels like I’m not really shaving at all.  The gilette razor feels like I’m peeling my skin off with a shard of glass.  Why is it that when Schick makes new razors they design for comfort, but Gillette makes new razors that focus on absolutely destroying the hair on your face so it becomes scared to grow back. 

Remembering Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.:

On Martin Luther King day I usually like to take a moment to reflect on what Dr. King means to me as a person, and I’m always remebered of his famous words: "Popeye’s chicken is fucking awesome."  

I can’t really remember if these words actually came from Dr. King or from the black guy that was exiting the Popeye’s at the Providence mall when I was eating at the food court, but it’s still etched in my memory forever.  It really is wicked good.  Just the right amount of kick.