Saturday Night Couch Potatoes

Here I am (that fleshy blob between the two heads is my hand) with The Usual Suspects. My girls Cleo and Bert are helping me watch the Pittsburgh Steelers lose to the Jacksonville Jaguars in the first weekend of playoff action. We are paying special attention to the commercials. It seems like *some* ads are already gearing up to Superbowl-level quality (Old Spice deodorant). Sadly, there are still so many others that, to reach the heights of scraping the underbelly of barely mediocre, would apparently overtax their creativity departments to the point of injury (local car dealerships, network show promos, Rx drug ads). Bert and Cleo are more compelling when they play tag! Still, this is nice. Very cosy.