so the worst romance novel ever is going along very slowly. i suspect i have the wrong girl and so far the guy doesn't have a face. she drinks too much and i think she may end up marrying the gay guy.

which would be typical.
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olympic musing: last night, i noticed that behind the silky mysteries of their shorts, gymnastics guys have very teeny tiny penises. and i missed the synchronized diving. dammit.
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more olympic musing: remember how the olympic coverage would do little featurettes of the town they were in? what happened to that? the only thing of athens i've seen is the stupid stadium! what's the city like? where are the people? what about the shots of the crowds? hey, where are the crowds? and who's covering the games? i remember when they'd actually show the talking heads before the events. that's how we got to know those guys - we could see them.

like, what do greeks drive? how's the train? where's the map of the city? you're in the cradle of civilization - show me a temple or ruin or two! what about little interviews with greeks on the street, what about food, how many condoms have been sent to the olympic village? where's the fun stuff?

the only good thing about this olympics is the website for nbcolympics.com. it's a trivia buff's wet dream. (for instance, did you know the philippines has NEVER won an olympic medal? ever??)