Timelies all!

I'm more likely to be called a different name that begins with S than to be called by a diminutive form of my name. Neither happens much. (Been called Sharon and Sheila by people who couldn't remember my name. Was called Sherry by a teacher in high school. That's about it.)

even if, like me, you only listen to NPR because they've been covering DeflateGate, including science specialists to explain how gases work.

Even Neil Degrasse Tyson weighed in on this today!

Superb Owl parties do tend to have yummy food, and I bet there will be other people there who don't care about the game.

Definitely. As people who *do* watch the games, we actually pick and choose our SB or playoff game parties to ensure that we will actually have predominantly football watchers. It's not really the norm if you're not in one of the team cities.

I'm looking forward to being all about the commercials this year, actually.

My aunt's mother, the Patriots season-ticket holder, is going to the game, as usual. They paid $7K for regular seats! WHAT.

You guys, I have been very accomplished this afternoon. My heater crapped out, but I remembered what to adjust to fix it, and then I went and shoveled, and then my mother and I had pulled pork that I made for dinner! (She made the sauce, so I maintain it's mostly delicious because of her, but still.) I even did some work!

I will be grading lab papers at my friends' Superb Owl party, as is now traditional for me. (We usually don't care all that much about the game; it's more of an excuse to get together.)

My only interest in the event this year is the Chris Evans - Chris Pratt bet over it.

Captain America weeps over DeflateGate.

SA, I didn't know your name was really SA. Glad the interview went well!

My grandfather's name was EP. Well, it wasn't, but that's what was on his birth certificate, because the delivering doctor couldn't spell his name.

Tom Scola is not a Tommy and Rebecca is not a Becky and Allyson is not an Allie, and people can be such dicks.

I've had people call me Beth and Lizzie and Lisa. I ignore them until they get it right. Elizabeth lends itself to many nicknames, and I don't like any of them. I let my friends call me Liz, although I don't like the sound of it, and my nieces call me Al. It's still easier than when my name was Leone. No one could pronounce or spell it. Not sorry I changed it, but I've never really felt like "Elizabeth" was me. (It's my middle name.) And, I'm often called Melissa, which is disconcerting, it being the name of my partner who died. I prefer Zen.

I'd go to a Superb Owl party if the people throwing it didn't really care about the game and were mainly using it as an excuse to throw a party. I would do that myself, but all my friends here in town are allergic to cats, so no one ever comes over. *sob*

My boss will avoid electronic media as much as possible. It isn't possible, but she tries. When I was still in the office, she'd walk over to my desk to tell me to come into her office, where she would tell me something she could have simply emailed to me. Sometimes I think she's just trying to avoid any kind of record of what she says, so she can later claim she didn't say that.

Oooh, the Owl being this Sunday means I need to go thrift shopping all day.

Oh, great idea! And I get paid Friday. Time to find a little piece of neat old furniture that needs refinishing. I miss my hobby.

My only interest in the Superb Owl is the bet between the Chrises Evans and Pratt.

Plei, your mother... May I offer hair pats while continuing to laugh? Because it was awful, but so so funny!

Plei, this. And really, Erin's voice is not particularly high-pitched, nor is it at all unpleasant. I couldn't take her complaint seriously, I was just laughing. (Hopefully Erin didn't take it seriously either.)

I work with a woman who has the highest-pitched voice ever. She sounds like Minnie Mouse. It's very frustrating to her, because she's an intelligent and competent adult, and people dismiss her because of her voice. She's also tiny, which can't help.

Good luck with the business meeting, Drew!

I just gave my 30 day notice at the dojo. I can go through March 14th (I know that math is wonky, it is based on them taking one more payment).

I'm not going to a party on Superb Owl Sunday, but I may be getting a tattoo.

Some of my faith in my neighbors is restored. The recent large asteroid that passed by had a small moon. I looked at the story on the website of the Mormon-church-owned TV news station. Three people in the comments section of 12 comments made Star Wars jokes.