Hello, world! Yes, we here in your nation’s capital have finally begun to dig out from Snowpocalypse 2 and Snowmageddon. It is pretty crazy around here, with the Feds staying shut for four out of the last five work days, then a three-day weekend, and delayed starts. And that’s just for us grownups. Some kids still aren’t back to school, due to dangerous subdivision conditions. I can relate. I once lived so deep in the country that school was cancelled just for the ten or so of us in my neighborhood, due to impassable roads. Everyone else had to go to school.
There are giant piles of plowed snow everywhere. I’ve seen some that are eight feet high or bigger. Traffic has been downright nightmarish, what with the aforementioned giant piles of snow blocking driving lanes. Not to mention parked cars. It’s crazy. Luckily, I don’t drive very much so I haven’t had to deal with it so far. I mean, it did take me 90 minutes to get home on Friday, but I was hanging out on the bus, catching up on my RSS feeds. So much less stressful than trying to drive.
What did I do during all that ridiculous and fantastic snow time? Let me tell you: not much. I enjoyed my “snowcation” like nobody’s business. My house is clean, my filing is done. I cooked a lot. Boy, those meatballs I made turned out to be delicious. I made bread. Twice. I baked brownies. I shoveled snow. I went for lots of walks to combat cabin fever, until it got too windy to go outside. Luckily, by then the Olympics were about to begin.
Did I mention that I love the winter Olympics? I love them. Love. Love! There’s always a lot of upstaters to root for, which makes it fun. And every time the winter games come around, I think, “Boy, if I’m an Olympian in some parallel universe, I bet I’m a luger.” Because that looks like some serious fun. Of course, it’s dangerous.
On a lighter note, that opening ceremony! It was nice to see one with a reasonable number of participants, for a change. Excellent use of LCD projectors. Stage trap doors? Not so much. And the fourth torch-bearer, just standing there? If I were Wayne Gretzky I would have motioned her over so she could participate. After all, he got to light the outdoor torch all by himself. Have you ever seen the Olympic torch relay? I have. It came through town on its way to Lake Placid. It was very, very cool.
And seriously, is Alexandre Bilodeau the Mary Lou Retton of Canada, or what? Just awesome. I was verklempt.
I’ve been thoroughly enjoying watching the coverage on my HDTV, let me tell you. (Except for Al Michaels, who appears to be drunk on the air. And why does Bob Costas hate the wardrobe department?) Super slo-mo + HDTV = awesome. And it’s downright ridiculous how incredibly gorgeous Whistler is. I mean, there ought to be a law. If Whistler were president, it’d be Babe-raham Lincoln.
Lastnight’s men’s downhill event reminded me of my own “agony of defeat,” on a trip to the Adirondacks in high school. In elementary school, I had about ten ski lessons. Six years later, having not touched a ski in between, I was wary. But my friends said, “oh, you’ll be fine!” I remember being on the lift with JDM and he said cheerfully, “watch out for the moguls,” before taking off down the black diamond trail. I looked around thinking, “uh, what’s a mogul?” Found out quick! I fell and nearly killed myself several times, before my expert-skier friends finally realized I had no idea what to do and no way to get to the bottom without taking off my skis and walking down 2,000 feet. Thankfully one of them volunteered to help me out and we took a slow, winding run to the bottom. The poor guy practically had to carry me, I was so frightened. Thanks, TG.
What’s your favorite not-Olympic moment?
- Lyric of the day: “Why are you so far away?”
- Flashback of the day: The Miracle on Ice.
- As I write this, what’s playing? Greg Kihn’s “Jeopardy,” off Kihnspiracy.
- Photo of the day:
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