Picspam, Superb Owl edition

So today is the Superb Owl XVLI, one of the few remaining occasions in American culture in which we still use Roman numerals. Some of you care only because of the commercials. Some of you only care because of Puppy Bowl VIII. Some of you go to great lengths not to care at all. Me, even though none of my favorite teams really came close to making it this year (New Orleans came within spittin' distance, but Drew Brees will have to settle for his team's victory in Madden Bowl -- seriously) and still I find myself intrigued. It's the pinnacle of my favorite sport, steeped in tradition and ritual and fanfare. Someone's going home tonight recognized as one of the best ever in their profession, and quite a few are going to stagger home with broken hearts. And that's all we know. The narrative will write itself out on the gridiron in white chalk and cleat marks. Something's going to happen that will make our jaws drop. I just hope it's not at halftime (Madonna? Seriously?).

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Picspam, trivia gods of Capital City edition

Forgot to mention -- trivia night in Capital City went swimmingly. After getting shut out of the prizes in the last go-round's "pop culture" contest, we won last week's outing by five points. The health and 2011 best-sellers categories thumped us hard, but the "identify these '80s cartoon shows by still frames" (I never thought knowing that the show's full title was Rubik, The Amazing Cube would ever be relevant in the slightest) and "portmanteaus" were cakewalks. Sadly, my two library LED lights I brought home don't seem to work. Still, I got a pen. w00t w00t.

Also -- nontrivial but picspam-tangental -- a billion thanks to maggiebloome, without whose Tumblr (ltcoblivious) I would be lost and bereft. Many of these pics are yanked, still screaming and squirming, from her feed. She shines.

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