Ahem.
There has been some chatter about the Olympics of late. I realize that many of you are not particularly interested in the winter olympics, to whom I say this: *pffftttth*. I am the world's biggest loser when it comes to international athletic competitions, being the complete dilettante who suddenly knows just enough to get by about speedskating, aerial skiing, skeleton etc. I'll be weeping stupidly with each soaring victory or tragic loss. But I know me some curling, that sport of Those Who Are Confined to Winter Sports Greatness. We've even got tickets for the national women's curling championships - I'm psyched. GO AHEAD and LAUGH! I don't care, and laughing is good for you anyway.
Anyway, the Winter Olympics is good for Canadians because it's one area in which we can justifiably feel proud and not in any way second rate. And hey, Vancouver 2010, baby!
As I think I mentioned earlier, I've been reading
Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell and until recently, I was not feeling particularly enamored of this novel. However, now that Mr Norrell has become a teensy bit unlikable, the book is really growing on me and it's all I can do to keep myself from reading it instead of doing the work that desperately needs doing. It's annual review time, and I've got to make it look like I've been productive this year. Heh.