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"like a fine automobile on a bumpy road"
Feb. 13th, 2006 12:21 amAlthough I have fond memories of watching the Athens opening ceremonies and Paralympic swimming (at work and in Bath, respectively), it's been a long time since I really got into an Olympics season. The summer games never hold much interest for me -- the only sport I'm really interested in is riding, and those events are only broadcast in the wee hours of the morning -- and during the Salt Lake games, I was busy being a crazy high school senior, and trying to figure out what to do with my life.
Watching the (admittedly goofy) opening ceremonies on Friday night was a blast. I hadn't planned on watching any of the coverage, but I read the NYTimes recap of the ceremony on Friday afternoon, before it aired. And even though it sounded fantastic, nothing could have prepared me for the utter awesomeness of the 3-D mountainous dresses, or the giant celestial balloons, or Yoko Ono, or Pavarotti and his hankie. Nor was I prepared for the utter attractiveness of the athletes. There are some fine-looking people hanging out in Turin right now, is what I'm saying.
What this is leading up to: I feel like I spent the weekend watching TV.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mirror_dancer came over for a cookie-baking date and more sports-watching (luge! moguls! PAIRS SKATING!). Eva and Rhea came over for dinner tonight and still more sports -- snowboarding and sk-jumping this time. ( And so much more! )
When I yelled, "Can we get drunk and watch the Olympics every weekend" last night? I was only half-kidding.
For banannagoats: Sven!
Forolivia_circe (non-Olympic, but I found it unexpectedly saved): 19th-century!Giles
PostSecret manages to be simultaneously more depressing and uplifting than usual...and now I'd much rather sit and make Valentines instead of working on my thesis or making up questions about The Cherry Orchard. Could be dangerous.
Watching the (admittedly goofy) opening ceremonies on Friday night was a blast. I hadn't planned on watching any of the coverage, but I read the NYTimes recap of the ceremony on Friday afternoon, before it aired. And even though it sounded fantastic, nothing could have prepared me for the utter awesomeness of the 3-D mountainous dresses, or the giant celestial balloons, or Yoko Ono, or Pavarotti and his hankie. Nor was I prepared for the utter attractiveness of the athletes. There are some fine-looking people hanging out in Turin right now, is what I'm saying.
What this is leading up to: I feel like I spent the weekend watching TV.
mirror_dancer came over for a cookie-baking date and more sports-watching (luge! moguls! PAIRS SKATING!). Eva and Rhea came over for dinner tonight and still more sports -- snowboarding and sk-jumping this time. ( And so much more! ) When I yelled, "Can we get drunk and watch the Olympics every weekend" last night? I was only half-kidding.
For banannagoats: Sven!
For
olivia_circe (non-Olympic, but I found it unexpectedly saved): 19th-century!GilesPostSecret manages to be simultaneously more depressing and uplifting than usual...and now I'd much rather sit and make Valentines instead of working on my thesis or making up questions about The Cherry Orchard. Could be dangerous.
