We wisdomers will be spending this SuperBowl Sunday stuffing ourselves silly with sharp cheddar & jalapeno potato chips, mini-pretzel sticks, tater dogs, cayennesauce-drenched chicken wings, honey-mustard dolloped summer sausage slices (on cracked wheat crackers), dips of various hues and consistencies, pizza bites, fresh-cut veggies, icy spiced shrimp, mini-egg rolls, Chex mixes, and, to wash all this glut down, the blood of the children of, er… (uh, sorry, that’s the Israeli SuperBowl party) — and to wash this all down, lots of tasty beverages (Christy insists on having vino about — damn ferner! — but for the rest of us, a sampling of the world’s finest beers, crisp and cold, served in chilled pint glasses). Spanking new posts will be few and far between today (and those that do manage to stumble up here will be buck-ass naked and have a certain slur to their speech; not that there’s anything wrong with that).

Not into football? Then feel free to check out some of these older, whimsical posts of ours — from back in the days when protein wisdom was just a fledgling blog and not the world-wide web force we are today; nothing heavy here — mostly just thickly-applied smarm and dripping sarcasm. And don’t be alarmed by the pea-green background of the archive pages, either. Just a phase we were going through…

Here’s one of our very first entries, and our first swipe at Ted Rall. Here’s our second swipe at Rall. And here’s Dr. Anne’s infamous knockout blow, which does to Rall what Glitter did to Mariah.

We were into Geraldo for a while, as well: Here, and here, and here, and here, and also here.

The Mumia Hour: Or one student’s road to self-enlightenment.

Chomsky speaks jive (and speaks it well!)

And finally, here’s our little lashout at Justin Whatshisname…

Interested in more garbage from our archives? Go here now.

Until later…

(well, we do have one new post below…)

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