so i share a bit of it here, just a bit, cuz i don't have time or energy to share too much more cuz i must maintain focus on the immediate space and environment around me so i can complete all the tasks that i want to complete before noon tomorrow and still get a bit of decent sleep...
so with the who playing live on tv, which is a serious treat for a child of the tommy film (except that as with other 60's rockers {like the moody blues who i saw a couple of times in the past couple of years}, age is taking it's toll on the temp and the voices... peter's choice of jacket is interferring with his roundhouse guitar and suggests guitar-synching... turning away from the camera during his solo closeup doesn't help the show either... maybe lip synching too?...
alas, the age dimninishes the impact of the words, the defiance, anger, and desperation just doesn't come through), i ponder the playcalling of new orleans (love the gamble, but when you have reggie bush and drew brees on your team, why does someone else get the ball three times inside the 5 yard line?... to win, brees will have to throw more) and applaud the efficiency of manning and i'll just finish my leftover barbecued pork loin roast (wrapped in bacon, brown sugar, and honey roasted cashews... no vegetarian tonight) with the last of the pasta and garlic cheese breadsticks and sit back to watch the second half while packing a few more boxes...
are you having too much fun too? :)
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