Lady of Spain I Adore You

Whew. I'm still a little loagy from the weekend.

All that football watching with the Cheesy Poofs and ingesting Cheez Whiz straight from the can left me a little lightheaded.

I heard something about Tom Brady getting caught in a hurricane after knocking up Michael Palin's daughter. Oh and the New York Bretts won. Of course.

I'm a little vague on some details. Things got a little blurry after I celebrated not having to watch any of the Lions embarrassing road defeat. Per uzh.

But I did have one moment of clarity. I've learned to keep a pad of paper by me so I can write down any flashes of insight/pearls of wisdom that pounding my head against a wall whenever I hear John Madden say things like "He's a real football player. And that's why he's playing football." It's only in that humid, woozy state that I truly have great ideas. It's kind of like when Doc Brown hits his head and then comes up with the idea for the flux capacitor.

But why did I write down "Accordian Hero Xbox 360?"