Big game tonight, I guess. I'm mostly excited about the appetizer festival we're making as a family to celebrate America. But our tradition of service as a comment zone for big national events demands that we post something. The public needs us. And we're not a blog that shirks its duty.
If you've got $312k burning a hole in your bank account, and you aren't willing to wait for the GOP to destroy the economy to see it disappear, then I've got just the thing for you. Legendary British automaker Aston Martin, James Bond's preferred ride, just announced a convertible version of its Vanquish platform, and holy Lord above is it a gorgeous piece of automotive ass.
Not only does the V12 engine pump out 580 horses, but it packs Satin Chopped Carbon Fiber panels and a Sumptuous Bridge of Weir Caithness Leather. If you know what that means, you'll know how incredible this car is. And if you know, I'd love it if you could tell me. Because I don't know.
But look at that thing. It's a damn sculpture on wheels. Prettier than anything we'll see tonight, with the possible exception of Julio Jones.
By preview, in this case, we mean "things you can look at before the game". I assume most of you have either read everything you care to about this evening's gladatorial contest, or have scrupulously ignored nearly everything emanating from New Orleans in futile hopes of not hearing Ray Lewis' name or the story of that time in 6th grade when Jim Harbaugh did that really fiery thing and John Harbaugh had to be really calm.
I chose the latter path, but I did catch this outstanding Mike Wise piece on former New Orleans Saint Steve Gleason, who suffers from ALS. You may recall that Gleason blocked the punt that spurred the Saints to victory in the first game played in the Superdome after Katrina. You may not have heard his story, which is both heartbreaking and uplifting at the same time - or as he calls it, "terribly beautiful.
You may also recall this cool musical performance from the same evening that Gleason welcomed a city back. I'm not usually much for mixing music with my football (except for marching bands on college gamedays), but Green Day, U2, the Rebirth Brass Band, and Trombone Shorty killed this, both in song choice and execution:
Since many of you will likely indulge in an adult beverage or too many tonight, this news from the Brain Sciences Division at Imperial College London is a bit late, but has significant long-term implications. Scientist Brian Nutt has identified a chemical compound that offers the user all of the positive side effects of alcohol with none of the toxicity. No more hangovers, boys and girls! Whomever is responsible for such things had better be fitting Brian Nutt with a Sir to put in front of his name.
It's February 3rd, and I know I'm not alone in having once again slept on making Valentine's Day plans. (True story: the first celebration of Saint Valentine I spent with my then-girlfriend, current wife, consisted of dinner at 7-11 - spicy ham & cheese wrap for me - and a rec league hoops game. Pretty, pretty smooth, my friends.) Not to worry. One of the nation's legendary culinary establishments has your back:
In case you and your little lady are wondering, that's somewhere in Brookfield, IL. Enjoy!
Finally, and apropos of absolutely nothing, the White House may have hit on an ingenious strategy to get the NRA to support universal firearms background checks. Pictures of black guys shooting stuff:
I'm sure he'll be watching the game - that's a good enough Super Bowl tie-in for me. Be safe out there, boys and girls.
As random as it gets, here's (possible) double murderer Ray Lewis, amped out of his mind on deer antler smoothies, in spin class with none other than our namesake Ghita.
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