So I think a break is necessary from the Olympic Drama Llama.
Because it's just not the Olympics unless there is wank of some kind.Today I'm watching the games and working on my My Little Pony costume. I'm getting closer and closer to being done - the kicker will be if I decide to make the vines with ribbons or if I draw them on using fabric ( Read more... )

( The Russians need to get some cheese with that whine. Wait, they already have it. My bad. )

...NOT sing "Blame Canada" when things go wrong in the Vancouver games or "What Would Brian Boitano Do?" as Evan Lysacek warms up tonight.

Despite how appropriate the songs are.

(For the record, the last time a US skater won the men's singles was Brian Boitano at the 1988 Calgary games. Apparently Canada is good for men's figure skating.)

I have absolutely no love for Evgeni Plushenko.

None.

Previous Russian gold medalists have stolen my heart and made me cry. Ilia Kulik moved me more than I ever thought I could be (Nagano, 1998). I cried (okay, sobbed) as I watched Alexei Yagudin's free skate to the theme from The Man in the Iron Mask (Salt Lake City, 2002). Both of them were ( Read more... )

My poor husband, dealing with my fanatical following of the Olympics. Now I haven't been completely glued to it, but I'm perfectly content to spend the next week and a half sitting on the couch watching the games. Of course this means that all prime time programming is at a standstill - something that I couldn't quite understand until I realized ( Read more... )

( I don't know why we'd blame anything on Canada. )

I think I'm coming down with a cold, which sucks. I hate being sick. I hate knowing that I have stuff to do but can't because I have no energy ( Read more... )

We're gearing up for the Olympics, and even though Canada is hosting, there's quite a bit of commotion here in the Pacific Northwest. Mostly because a lot of people who are going to Vancouver will most likely be traveling through here to get to the games ( Read more... )