From That 70s Show, Red Foreman as Santa Claus…with the results you’d expect.
Titans 23, Bills 17
Well, I don’t know if the Buffalo Bills are still “mathematically” alive for the playoffs or not, but it really doesn’t matter, because there is zero real chance they could get there. They’d have to win out now just to finish 9-7. Their play this last month, during which they have now lost five straight, has been disastrous.
The game was blacked out here at home, so I didn’t watch it. All I have to go on is stuff I read online, via Twitter and some other places.
For instance, I read that Ryan Fitzpatrick was wildly off target again, missing a lot of open throws. I guess that’s bad, but then I look at his stats from the game — 29 of 46, 288 yards, 1 TD, 0 INT — and I think, “You know, if my quarterback is completing over sixty percent of his passes and averaging ten yards for every completion and he’s not throwing any picks, then maybe he’s not really the reason the team lost.
The reason? The defense apparently couldn’t stop anybody today, which has been the trend for weeks now. They contained the Titans’ passing game, but got lit up by the running back, as usual. There were apparently some questionable tactical decisions by the Bills’ coaches — punting in Tennessee territory, for one thing — but I don’t know much about those.
This team really needs to do two things in the offseason: make sure all the good players are under contract, and then bring in a lot more talent. And yes, it’s all about the offseason up here in Buffalo. We’re good at talking about the offseason. Hell, to look at it one way, the Bills are in the midst of a twelve-year-and-counting offseason.
Sigh.
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Sunday Burst of Weird and Awesome
Oddities and Awesome abound!
:: I typically don’t like the “Pretty young people stranded somewhere with killers on the loose” genre, but I may have to make an exception in this case. What a hilariously wonderful idea for a movie!
:: As a guy, I thought it was the height of innovation when some restaurants stuck a cork board in their restrooms and tacked up the day’s sports page right above the urinal so we dudes had something to read. Now comes the next generation of urinal entertainment. Sometimes I tremble to realize that yes, this is the future. Somebody thought this up instead of inventing, oh, I don’t know, supralight drive or flying cars or lightsabers.
That’s about it. I can’t really top the urinal thing, anyway….
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Your Daily Dose of Christmas
Your Daily Dose of Christmas
This is The Wife’s favorite Christmas song. It isn’t mine, but it’s right up there in my personal ranking. Here’s Bing Crosby singing “Do You Hear What I Hear”. I love the orchestrations in this arrangement — there are lots of little effects that add a Middle Eastern flavor to a very Western song.
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Saturday Centus
This week Jenny throws a curve: we’re supposed to use only 16 words to write about when we were 16 ourselves. Sixteen constituted most (except for the first few weeks) of my junior year of high school. What do I remember of that period? Hmmmm…one of my favorite English teachers ever, chemistry class, Mr. Jones‘s final year at ACS before moving away, playing Civil War music all year in band, and Dustin died. But anyway, here’s my Centus entry:
When I was sixteen, I knew she was out there, somewhere…but I didn’t know yet where.
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Your Daily Dose of Christmas
Your Daily Dose of Christmas (also, Something for Thursday)
I did this a few years ago, and I figured it’s time to do it again: a video clip pertaining to Christmas each day until…Christmas. Some will be funny. Some will be straight music. Some might not be music at all. Who knows!
We’ll start with the Muppets and their take on what is my least favorite Christmas song. This now establishes that there is one version of “Carol of the Bells” to which I will listen without reaching for the ‘skip’ button!
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A Random Wednesday Conversation Starter
Sentential Links
Let there be linkage!
:: Wife is at a rock concert tonight. I’m watching cable TV at home. Thus are illustrated the differences between us. (John Scalzi, home alone, with a Lord of the Rings marathon on the teevee and a Twitter account logged in. Hilarity ensues. Really.)
:: We had a great time that summer and wrote to each other for years afterwards before losing touch. I wonder if she makes sure that her kids have comics in their backpacks when they leave for school in the morning. I like to think that she does. (OK, there’s a great movie to be made out of Cal’s story here…young love, fostered by a mutual love of comics! Great post.)
:: This is the side of me that surfaces when something grand comes from my writing. I weep for my characters. I fall in love with them and mourn the fact that I will never meet them outside the confines of my mind. This is the side of me that drinks too much wine, listens to too many love songs, and never seems to adequately express itself. Sometimes when I write, my soul weeps. (I’m the same way…the characters in my stories are real to me, as real as anyone, and even as I get to know them better than anyone, they still manage to surprise me as much as anyone in ‘real’ life. Of course, there is the odd circumstance of knowing that a certain character is going to die…but this person may manage to squirm their way out of doom’s way….)
:: Facebook. How else would I know when former high school classmates have bagged an 8-pointer or when someone I barely know is thinking of buying new boots? (Kerry lists things she’s thankful for. Somebody’s gotta be thankful for Robert Pattinson, I suppose.)
:: I’m constantly worried about reading a particularly good bit and having it worm its way into my subconscious, only to sneakily reappear later, masquerading as my own original thought. (I worry about this stuff as well…I often wonder where the line is between outright copying and employing a particularly fine bit of technique, much as I like to do when I observe a particular carpentry or maintenance technique and file it away in my memory bank for use in a project at work. Am I plagiarizing Norm Abram when I measure twice and cut once (but not measure at all if I can help it)?)
All for this week. Tune in next week. Or don’t. Your call, but I warn you not to underestimate my powers…ummm…yeah.