I'm mad that the Giants won the Super Bowl. When I'm watching Super Bowl LV with my kid, I'm not going to get to brag about getting to see the best all around team I've ever seen finish a season with no losses. The Giants took that moment from me. They ruined a good father-son moment. Moment ruiners.

Speaking of the boy and the Super Bowl, he was asleep before Tom Brady stepped on the field. He did, however, watch the singing of the national anthem. For whatever reason, he loves the national anthem. He can sing the whole thing (though sometimes he will repeat verses). Today, he asked me if he could watch the national anthem on TV again. It made me very proud, but also a little sad. He didn't want to watch football, he wanted to watch the national anthem. Looks like I still have some work to do.

I went to The Cheesecake Factory for the first time last week. Never in the history of my life have I struggled so hard with a decision as much as I did when I had to choose one of their 30 flavors of cheesecake (they have more, but at least one is seasonal and a few are subtle variations). I settled on Dulce de Leche Caramel Cheesecake. My initial reaction was that I wanted to marry it. Subsequent phone calls and internet research have shown that this plan was not feasible. Instead, I have made it my goal to try each flavor at least once. Originally I was hoping to do it within a calendar month, but I figured that it would not be fiscally or waistally prudent for me to do that. So now my goal is to try them all by the end of '08. Even that is ambitious, as it will require getting one every week and a half. I fully expect to have an intricate website up within the week, detailing the status of my quest.

I very infrequently discuss politics, but for the first time ever, I'm actually excited about voting on Super Tuesday.

I went to a non-mall optometrist today. It went well, I'll actually have contact lenses that permit me to see, which is a step up from my last set. Additionally, I'll be updating my glasses, which are 8-ish years old. I learned something about myself while I was there, courtesy of a consultant they have working there to help people pick out frames - I have bad taste. The lady vetoed my first three choices, and ultimately suggested that I bring my wife with me next time. Ouch.