I was gonna make about 20 identical posts for this today, but then figured it was too much effort for something not everybody would get. Anyhow, today’s the day when a bunch of creepy old men drag some poor drugged woodchuck out of his hole in the rather erotically named “Gobbler’s Knob,” to see whether we’ll get six more weeks of winter, or another month and a half instead. Or something.

As far as what the “real” weather prognosticators say, it looks like this big coastal storm is going to stay to the south and east of us. So, no more snow to add to our current pile, but as the storm moves through, it’s supposed to suck the cold air out of Canada and down our way. I guess two days of 40’ish weather is about all we can ask for this time of year.

Not a bad Super Bowl yesterday. Despite my near total apathy over the outcome, I did manage to stay up and watch the whole thing (gotta be able to talk about it at work today, after all). I was very happy there wasn’t OT though. And it was somewhat satisfying to see Arizona come back, only to allow the Steelers to drive down for the winning TD (serves ’em right for beating the Eagles; I heard PA Guv Ed Rendell before the game, saying that the state of Florida is lucky it wasn’t Eagles/Steelers, or Tampa would have been torn apart over the past week). So, six SB Championships for the Steelers. That ought to piss off Dallas.

I watched Matt “the rat” Lauer’s interview with President Obama before the game. Whether you agree with everything he says or not, it continues to be pleasant to have a President who can correctly pronounce polysyllabic words, and who doesn’t make you feel ashamed to be an American. At least, not on his account.

Whether you like his music or not, Bruce is just plain fun to watch. We only got 12 minutes of his show at halftime yesterday, but that was OK since Saturday night was Springsteen night on Palladia, with his “Songwriters and Storytellers” episode sandwiched in between live shows from Barcelona and NYC. After watching Stevie Van Zandt on the Sopranos for so long, I get such a kick out of seeing him play with the E-Street Band. Imagine stepping out from your “day job” as a rock star to be a teevee star on the side (oh, wait, it’s not TV, it’s HBO).

Of course, the big news of the weekend is that Michael Phelps smoked dope. Wow, imagine that, a 23-yr old kid took a hit off a bong at a party. Talk about shameful and ignominious. No wonder pot is illegal. Smoke it, and you might win eight gold medals at the Olympics.

Oh well, as one of the dwindling number of people who haven’t been laid off (yet), I reckon I’d better get ready for work.