MSNBC news alert email: Actor Don Knotts, TV's bumbling Deputy Barney Fife, has died at 81.

More on the Dubai ports brouhaha. John Scalzi, somewhat in the vein of what I was saying the other day, with Incompetence in Action: "It has to do with how Bush's people could be so tone-deaf as not to see how this particular deal could be (to use a ( Read more... )

So, ice skating. I came out of the final night with an immense respect for both Emily Hughes and Sasha Cohen for continuing to fight and sell even after falling down (Cohen, particularly, because she biffed her first two jumps but it didn't kill her spirit; Hughes, particularly, for having so much spark and showmanship and recovering so quickly at ( Read more... )

I don't have much to say about skating last night, because it was mostly good and not as snarkable. Although Emily Hughes (who was omgsocuteandawesome) does remind me strangely of Movie!Ginny Weasley. Also, Sloot had fireworks on her ass, or very near to it. I salute her for wearing pants, though. I keep hearing that Sasha Cohen looks like That ( Read more... )

Not much to say on a personal level, except that I think I need to accept that I am, in fact, going through a bout of depression. The annual January-February-possibly-March bout, like clockwork. I know I probably don't seem depressed to y'all, by the tone of most entries, but that's the thing I've noticed: I can perk up for the short term when ( Read more... )

The final night of ice dancing! ( I just think the only problem was... the program )

Ah, ice dancing. I had drifted away during the skiing, so I missed some of the ice dancing. I arrive just in time to see ( CARNAGE )

Mom and I sat up and watched the Olympics last night--I hadn't even turned on the TV once so far, but I'd read so much about the skaters on various journals that I kind of knew what was going on and I thought, well, I'll hang around to see Plushenko and Weir. In no way did I expect to totally fall in love with Snowboard Cross (I hear the women's ( Read more... )