Ah, Ireland

Things that delight me today about living in Ireland:

Having to dig 15 pages into the sports section to find the Superbowl result,

Walking under the sunshine for a change (I should really go for a bike ride but I'm feeling lazy), and

Surviving having my first piece of poetry critiqued in class (the tremor in my voice when I read the first bit out loud was not so cool, however - sometimes I forget that I'm supposed to be a tough-ass bitch).

The thing that makes these even sweeter, of course, is the Superbowl result itself. New York, baby, New York!

For some reason, I feel really positive about Clinton this afternoon.

Also, please remember it's SARAH CONNOR CHRONICLES day today.

Superbowl Ads...

"Curve the bullet" - are you shitting me?

Wall-E (scroll down, it's the first ad) may be the cutest thing ever. I mean, it's a robot and it makes my ovaries hurt - Cutest. Thing. Ever.

Also, Robert Downey Jr. when did you get so hot? Or am I just easy for a guy in a metal suit?

Actually, now that I think about it: men with swords, knights, Iron Man... yes I am easy for a guy in a metal suit. This is probably a sign that I should stay away from Ren Faires (of course, I'd be the girl with the Oakenshott's guide to arms and armour critiquing the re-enactors so probably pulling not a great worry).