My life gets more exciting tonight: the first real college football bowl game. The San Diego County Credit Union Poinsettia Bowl. Northern Illinois v. TCU. The whole bowl concept, of course, is out of hand: 32 games this year, which means 64 teams go bowling. I'm guessing there are about 120-130 Division 1-A football schools (about 20 years ago, there were only 102), so about 50% of all schools get "the honor." Oh well, I still enjoy it (which is probably why there are so many of them). I'm in my family's annual bowl pool. I never win, but I'm usually in the hunt.
A woman says Mel Gibson is her father . . . after a one-night stand thirty years ago. After reading the story, I believe her. What was he, 22? It's newsworthy, but hardly worth much attention.
I can tell Christmas is getting near: The Internet is slowing down. I surf the Catholic blogosphere every day around noon, looking for stories to post to National Catholic Register's Blog Watch. Yesterday, surfing was sparse. Of the sixty or so blogs I glance through (thanks to Mozilla Firefox's nifty tab system), fewer than ten had been updated that day. This morning, there's a dearth of decent material for this blog: Man strangles grandmother with Christmas lights (always a classy move) and Matt Damon said it was weird to film love scenes with Angelina Jolie (this is significant because it's the first evidence we've ever seen that people in Hollywood have souls).
That's about it. So, in lieu of commentary, I bring you a few more pictures from my cell phone:
A sign for the wise:
Baby Tess with her first gift of the season (a stuffed horse, which she tried to ride):
