Olympics...and musings

Dancing man in flesh colored-leotard with mohawk and feminine makeup. Man with pyrotechnic rig strapped to his back spinning wildly. Men spinning flags, doing crazy tosses. A generally off-kilter feeling. And running commentary from two guys who think they know way more than they do. Yuck. These guys are talking really loud, about things i don't care about. About things that they don;t care about, but about which they are willing to convince themselves that they care about because it makes them feel more knowledgeable. I was just sitting here, in a comfortable chair, alone, in peace, soaking in the strangest tradition in sport, when someone in a neighboring room flipped on his roommates television. This television possesses a quality i have never understood in televisions. Its speakers face rearward. This TV was already turned up too loud (much like the voice of he who turned it on) but its rear-facing speakers, aimed right out the door, made it downright impossible to do anything in peace. bah.

If the only piece of music John Williams wrote was the olympic fanfare, he should still be considered the greatest modern composer. It is going on my iPod tonight. If you don't get into sports or feel patriotic during the Olympic games, then i doubt your humanity. Don't be surprised if Jack Bauer shows up at your door, shoots you in the shoulder, steps on the wound, and accuses you of treason...you just might deserve it.

Friday nights are pretty great.

Exactly how tape delayed is this broadcast that i am watching? i just started to go to the olympics webpage, but then realized that i might see who lit the torch. All the suspense of these four hours could be ruined. Like if i just randomly mentioned that part in Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince when...just kidding Paul. I wouldn't do that.

some of the stuff in these ceremonies is just beyond imagination. Imagine the people brainstorming this. I really hope drugs were involved.
"Ok, we need 50 acrobats in silver suits climbing all over this mesh wall and supported by climbing ropes...they could make a dove out of their bodies!"
"Yeah, that sounds good, but how bout a big floating moon and sun as symbols of a Botticelli painting."

WHoa, i must interrupt. Someone needs to get Yoko Ono (or however you spell it) off the stage. Amnesty schmamnesty. All that would be great if it wasn't for this little thing called the fall of man.
"Imagine there's no countries,
It isn't hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
No religion too,"
I'd never read these lyrics before...now that would be a scary world indeed. Hopefully a very suicidal one...imagine nothing to live for and no purpose...yay!

Someone bring in this torch and end this. I'm tired. I hope Francesco Totti lights the torch by kicking a flaming soccer ball into the cauldron. Ok, i guess its winter, so that's probably not going to happen, but can someone get on the phone with London to line up Beckham for their torch lighting in 2008?

Oh no! The Sports Illustrated favorite to light the torch, Alberto Tomba, is the first to carry the torch in the stadium. I hope there were betting odds on this and someone got really ticked off just now (and by now i mean 12 hours ago).

And it's lit...some cross country skier who i am sure is incredibly famous did the honors. Oh how little i know. This chick is the most decorated Italian Olympian ever and i have absolutely no clue who she is. Neither do at least 99.99 percent of all americans...kinda sad...but hey, she got her 15 seconds. And i'm out.