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?

was anything posted yet about who has been ruled out of the VP? Clinton, Bayh, and Kaine.

Oh, ugh. I just got home from a nice night out to find an email that a good friend's father has died. So sad.

Jesse, so sorry.