No, I did not watch the Superbowl this year. When I asked Sarah if she wanted to watch the game Sunday night her reply was, “Not really. Do you?” To which I replied, “No, not really.” Instead, we stayed at home and watched Being John Malcovitch for a little more context to Adaptation (which was a great flick). At any rate, from what Jai was telling me, we didn’t miss much–the football was good (but, who really cared, aside from my Aunt in Sarasota?) and the ads were awful. I found this in my travels:

The Morning News: Super Bowl Ads: A Postmortem. Michael Jordan playing one-on-one against his younger self is existentially depressing in a thousand different ways, but here�s the worst: TV ads are so lifeless that they resurrect an aging legend from his advertising heyday and it still falls flat. Ouch.

In other news, Sarah and I got back our much-anticipated tuition reimbursement from my company and are now gleefully able to pay off our Christmas-season headiness. That, and I was finally able to act on an eBay auction for an almost new, well priced Sony Clié with free shipping. It gets here tomorrow. I can’t wait!