Not worth waking up for

Made sure I got up in time to watch the second half of KC/Indy. The Chiefs defense did all the sleeping for me. Now that was depressing. This just in: Peyton Manning just might pass the ball. GRRRRRUGH.

Johnnie Morton: "Ow! You keep hitting me in the hands with the football! That stings!"

Dante Hall: "Can I play defense, too? I mean, you know, someone should."

Also, no onside kick on the last drive? I know the math of making it is low, but it's a lot higher than relying on the rode-the-short-bus-in-today defense. Coach, I know you were upset about the idea of firing your defensive coordinator. Nobody's suggesting that anymore. We're suggesting he be taken out into the parking lot and hit repeatedly by your new Porsche. Preferably dropped from an airplane.

Sigh. Fine. Go Colts.

Partners in crime

It's become clear there's a feathered conspiracy afoot. During the end of the Packers game (meh), Tiny was in full-blown warble mode, being as cute as a little tiel could be. He'd wait for a human to speak, then wait for them to stop speaking, then reply with a chirp, twitter or squeak. Very conversational. I'm guessing he was doing this so we wouldn't notice Moosie tearing large chunks out of the VCR remote buttons. Sneaky little pigs.

Want to sleep, don't want to medicate, can't even close my eyes. I have 90 minutes before I break out a Unisom. I have a feeling my work schedule is being manipulated by the pharmaceutical industry.

Got re-addicted to "Jagged Alliance 2." It's so five years ago, I know. But I just canna help it.

...But why don't you go for the onside kick? Your defense hasn't been able to stop them all game! Why don't you stop blitzing and fall back into coverage.... Sigh. Sorry, sorry. Bad football day. I'll get over it. 'Round April.