Monday, February 09, 2026

COMPETITIVE WATCHING

When I woke up I had a sense of dread, something was missing, and a feeling that there was something I absolutely should have done but didn't, and bad things might happen because of it. Then I remembered; I had not watched either half time show, and consequently couldn't be outraged. Missed an opportunity. No experience to back up my outrage at either event. Popular music and stage dancing isn't part of my world. I assume that there had been stage dancing during Kid Rock's performance, but I can't be sure. No, I'm not going to research it.

During the day yesterday I couldn't quite remember Kid Rock's name, and refered to him as "Bitch Rock". which may very well describe him and his entire genre, but I don't know, because I don't think I've ever heard any of his songs. Or wanted to.

Sometime today, if I remember, I'll go on Youtube and look at some Bad Bunny.
I am one who delights in all manifestations of the terpsichorean muse.


Well, many of them. A few.


Back in my day, sonny boy, we had bands like Kool And The Gang, Mitch Miller And His Orchestra, and the back-up musicians for Bandwagon. Now that was music! People wore poodle skirts and were seriously into composers. And it was sunny all the time!
Not like today. At all. Kids these days! Get off my lawn!

Apparently bad things happen during halftime. Twerking, loose boobs, and beer frogs. Goats. I only hear about this stuff days or weeks later, because I have never watched football.
You know, depending on how much paint is in the bucket, and the energy of the man (or woman) wielding the brush or roller, the first strokes will often be thicker and applied more smoothly than the last ones, when the painter is wondering whether the entire wall can be covered. You would think that the first portion would dry much earlier, but because of that emptying of the bucket over time the last section might be only thinly covered and dry considerably faster. Imagine the rising tension as every one watches to find out.
It's very exciting.

Paint rollers were invented in 1940 by Canadians Richard Croxton Adams and Norman Breakey, and things have never been the same. Within decades the field had changed entirely, and the diversity of methods and materials of the modern age is, all things considered, staggering.



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