When I think it could be so much nicer/being red, or yellow... or gold...

[shoebox2]

Le sigh. Yes, I'm still alive. More or less. I woke up with a temperature this morning and have spent the rest of the day watching my plans for an active outdoorsy weekend just sort of ooze slowly down the tubes.

The TV tubes, that is. Starting with the 2010 Vancouver Winter Olympics opening ceremonies last night. OK, I know, Witnesses reject

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[risti]

I was going to write out this huge long post about the ceremonies, about how ironic it was that Nelly Furtado (who has almost entirely escaped Canadian colloquialism in her stardom) and Bryan Adams were singing together, and how it took a 17 year old I've never heard of to pull off a decent pop arrangement of our national anthem (well, I'm giving the credit to whichever songwriter/producer put that together, because I'm pretty sure they just told her which notes to sing when), and just how awesomely sixth-grade-social-studies the whole thing was (in a way that somehow seems less embarrassing from this perspective, and more "That's right, world. THIS IS CANADA"), and how of course, yes, we're Canadian. Do you expect us to actually rehearse this in advance to iron out all the wrinkles? Can we all just pretend we never saw that and move on with our day

[shoebox2]

Hey, I'd still read that post! It sounds awesome.

Anyway, thanks. I know I should've been easier on Bryan Adams, esp. given what a huge fan I was back in the day. It's just... Nelly Furtado... that stupid song... if he'd just stood there and did Run to You, complete with Dramatic Darkness and guitar solo, I'd've been hugging the TV set.

[waifofthenorth]

Loved the zombie totems...and had no idea what Hallelujah had to do with the Olympics.

Loved that flying over the prairies bit though. :)

Also...I had to watch NBC and listen to their culturally informative commentary. :-(

BTW followed risti's link...