Jersild Day yesterday was nice and relaxing, thank you very much. I took the day off from work, got a massage and a facial, did some shopping, watched the Olympics... Good stuff.
My question: Who are all these people out wandering the streets turning the workday, huh? They obviously have money, as they're dong things like getting massages at 10 a.m. I could seriously live like that. Note to self: Start robbing liquor stores or something.
One other note: If you're scheduling a massage and a bunch of other stuff for a day, put the massage at the end of the day -- doh. I spent two hours in the morning blissfully relaxed, but it had worn off by the end of the day. oops.
Rob Palmer, who really needs to put up a web page or blog (cough, hint) called in for the Olympics viewing. He and Lotti, who joined me after a particularly fraught day at work, reenacted their Olympic debut of 10 years ago, the first time my friends decided to torture me by making hideously unPC comments about other countries' skaters, etc. At one point, Lotti asked me to show her my teeth to see if it looked like I'd breed. Yeah. It was that sort of night.
Rob, you and the alleged wife need to move back out here, ok?
Despite the commentary, I loved the figure skating competition. Sarah Hughes had exactly the right reaction to winning:
Commentator: You just won and Olympic Gold medal. Say something profound.
Sarah Hughes: (breaks into disbelieving giggles.)
I mean, how would you react if no one expected anything of you, and you won it all? And you were 16? Damn. So cool.
We were confused as to how she won at first, as the commentators made it sound like Michelle Kwan had beaten Sarah Hughes' marks. I'm still confused about that.
Other Olympics bits: Jesus, enough already with the "We don't like the judging, so we're going to pull out/sue/pout a lot." They opened a huge can of worms when they decided to award two gold medals for the pairs skating competition. The way I see it, either they should have pitched out marks from the suspect judge(s), in which case the Canadians won the gold and the Russians the silver, or they should have kept the marks and kept the standings as they were. This isn't about self-esteem, people; it's the Olympics. It's about competing and seeing who won (along with all the glory of sport, international camaraderie, blah blah blah stuff). Except in very rare cases, you only have one winner. That's the way of the games. Sorry.
Now, the Russians are threatening to leave entirely and boycott the next games (My un-PC comment of the night, as the Russian Olympic delegation head made his threats at the press conference: "Go on, now bang your show on the podium." Lotti was impressed.) As for the S. Korean delegation threatening to sue ... look, folks, it sure looked like your guy broke the rules. Sorry. That means a disqualification. It also looked like Apolo Ono was a bit of a drama queen, with his "Whoa! I just got hit!" gesture, but that just means he may have a career on an Italian soccer team if this speedskating thing doesn't work out.
Mutter mutter grumble harumph.
I'm off to Philly tonight to see my sisters for Jersild Day weekend, and meet Amy's new boyfriend. Now where did I put those embarrassing childhood pictures of Amy...
I'll also be seeing Jeremy and Becky, which is always fun. Remind you to tell you about Jeremy leaving brains on my kitchen floor someday....
My question: Who are all these people out wandering the streets turning the workday, huh? They obviously have money, as they're dong things like getting massages at 10 a.m. I could seriously live like that. Note to self: Start robbing liquor stores or something.
One other note: If you're scheduling a massage and a bunch of other stuff for a day, put the massage at the end of the day -- doh. I spent two hours in the morning blissfully relaxed, but it had worn off by the end of the day. oops.
Rob Palmer, who really needs to put up a web page or blog (cough, hint) called in for the Olympics viewing. He and Lotti, who joined me after a particularly fraught day at work, reenacted their Olympic debut of 10 years ago, the first time my friends decided to torture me by making hideously unPC comments about other countries' skaters, etc. At one point, Lotti asked me to show her my teeth to see if it looked like I'd breed. Yeah. It was that sort of night.
Rob, you and the alleged wife need to move back out here, ok?
Despite the commentary, I loved the figure skating competition. Sarah Hughes had exactly the right reaction to winning:
Commentator: You just won and Olympic Gold medal. Say something profound.
Sarah Hughes: (breaks into disbelieving giggles.)
I mean, how would you react if no one expected anything of you, and you won it all? And you were 16? Damn. So cool.
We were confused as to how she won at first, as the commentators made it sound like Michelle Kwan had beaten Sarah Hughes' marks. I'm still confused about that.
Other Olympics bits: Jesus, enough already with the "We don't like the judging, so we're going to pull out/sue/pout a lot." They opened a huge can of worms when they decided to award two gold medals for the pairs skating competition. The way I see it, either they should have pitched out marks from the suspect judge(s), in which case the Canadians won the gold and the Russians the silver, or they should have kept the marks and kept the standings as they were. This isn't about self-esteem, people; it's the Olympics. It's about competing and seeing who won (along with all the glory of sport, international camaraderie, blah blah blah stuff). Except in very rare cases, you only have one winner. That's the way of the games. Sorry.
Now, the Russians are threatening to leave entirely and boycott the next games (My un-PC comment of the night, as the Russian Olympic delegation head made his threats at the press conference: "Go on, now bang your show on the podium." Lotti was impressed.) As for the S. Korean delegation threatening to sue ... look, folks, it sure looked like your guy broke the rules. Sorry. That means a disqualification. It also looked like Apolo Ono was a bit of a drama queen, with his "Whoa! I just got hit!" gesture, but that just means he may have a career on an Italian soccer team if this speedskating thing doesn't work out.
Mutter mutter grumble harumph.
I'm off to Philly tonight to see my sisters for Jersild Day weekend, and meet Amy's new boyfriend. Now where did I put those embarrassing childhood pictures of Amy...
I'll also be seeing Jeremy and Becky, which is always fun. Remind you to tell you about Jeremy leaving brains on my kitchen floor someday....
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