No shit. I really consider evolution a total dumbshit in the way it's dealt with human females.
Wash ,'War Stories'
Natter 60: Gone In 60 Seconds
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
our bodies are freaky.
Curiously, that was the original title of Our Bodies, Ourselves.
sara, I don't know if it's related to loose joints, but I am definitely clumsier right before my period.
Also my friend had exceptionally loose and softs joints during her pregnancy which meant even things like walking and driving caused her a lot of pain. And she wasn't even allowed to do simple yoga streching because her joints were so loose.
OK, Bob Costas is getting punchy. Mary Carillo (sp?) did a very cool bit on the real Shaolin monks, and Bob looked her straight in the eye and said "I'm impressed you didn't go with Kung Fu Fighting in that piece."
She stared at him and said "You had to go there."
"Those guys were fast as lightning." He turns back to the camera to begin the go-to-commercial. "It was a little bit frightening," he muttered.
That man so needs to get more sleep.
It's freaking annoying. From an evolutionary perspective "Hi, I'm at peak fertility and a klutz, so that's in your favor. However, I don't want you even thinking of touching me, I hurt and if you do I WILL KILL YOU."
I guess that's to even things out? Fuck that. Gimme civilization.
I must add a shout out for Eddie the Eagle and the Jamaican bob sled team.
Scotty Hamilton and Viktor Petrenko were always some of my favorites to watch (as were both of the Brian's). Mid 90's I had the chance to meet Hamilton and Petrenko, both were absolute dolls.
I missed most of the Olympic crush stuff, but my unholy love of swimmer back started early. Pablo Morales
I'm catching up on Olympic recordings.
Rhytmic gymnastics continues to make me go, "um..." They're clearly amazing athletes, but it's just so Ringling Brothers. I expect to see a pack of over-groomed poodles rush out at any moment.
I've finally stopped hearing Roman Sebrele's last name as "Chevrolet". He's gorgeous and sort of bad ass. They should hire him to endorese their cars.
Bryan Clay is my official Olympic Boyfriend.
Fuck me for checking work email. Something else crashed inexplicably.
I expect to see a pack of over-groomed poodles rush out at any moment.
Wait, the French are in it?