Misc.

- The Patriots won earlier today to my chagrin, because that means we're now one game away from decades of debates and discussions about how godlike and amazing the 2008 Patriots were. Even three games into the season I thought the Brady-worship was a little crazy, but if they pull this off we'll never hear the end of it (seriously).

- The Packers and Giants are playing in ~-20 degree wind-chill conditions. Jimmy Johnson showed his glass of water frozen-solid at the pre-game show. It's been in the 30s here in Fort Worth this weekend, which is pretty painful to my Texas-acclimated skin. These guys are insane.

- Speaking of "Cloverfield: Bring Your Barf Bag," my poor neighbors have been afflicted by a barf-fest that's rotated from their son to both parents. I'm somewhat curious whether Cloverfield indeed had the epic yacking-power I believed it did or whether the inclination for hurlage was actually aided by some virus action. Mmmm...chunky.

- Monika and I are dog-sitting this weekend for Miles' friend, Caedmon. After approximately 50 hours of playplayplayplayplay the dogs are finally out of commission. I almost can't believe it.

- The Australian Open has been pretty interesting thus far. Who'd have thought that Tipsy would take Fed to five sets? Suddenly the Swiss machine looks like he might be beatable. That's only in theory, though; every time I begin to think that Fed decides to turn it on and prove us all wrong.

- My wife is the best chef ever. I've mentioned that before, but it frequently deserves reiteration.

- The Giants/Packers game is actually shockingly tight right now. Time to pay attention to the rest of the game...