Aug 25 2008
Olympic Talk and Strangers on Elevators
Now that evenings are no longer accompanied by the background noise of otherworldy feats of athleticism, can we please talk about the hideous torture that was the commentary throughout the Olympic Games?? Assuming that the commentators were required to be so… active throughout the broadcasts, could they not at least have touched upon some more interesting tidbits?? What Michael Phelps was listening to on his iPod? How much can Dara Torres bench press? Do all the teams bring a chef along? How on earth the female beach volleyball players keep their bikinis in place while they fling themselves around the court? Honestly, how many times must we hear that Kerri Walsh is going to start breeding the moment she gets home?!
Brian has a very good idea about a drinking game in which a shot must be done every time a commentator says “Michael Phelps”. I hope someone writes this down for 2012! As for the bikini situation, I can only suppose that there is super glue and duct tape involved.
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Speaking of iPods, one of my favorite things to do is ask random people on the elevator (if they appear moderately approachable) what they are listening to on their iPods/iPhones. Usually they seem startled, and then look at their feet and say that it’s “Um…..just a mix of stuff I put together….” At which point I must decide whether to nudge them farther (this depends greatly upon the approachable factor, since chatting up strangers isn’t really my style) or let it rest. The nudge is often worth the effort, because the answer usually amounts to the person’s musical guilty pleasure, which is terribly interesting, kind of like one step farther than a choice of ring tone. “Oh! Well, it’s….Kelly Clarkson” or “uh…Michael McDonald.” And then there was the cute-as-a-button gay boy from downstairs who didn’t even flinch and yelled, “Mariah! I love Mariah!!” You go!
CAUGHT IN THE NET
NEWSWIRE–The bikinis worn in women’s beach volleyball have become smaller so that they are less likely to retain beach sand.
The suits that let more skin be seen
Are best at voiding sand and particles.
And when they’re shown in magazines,
I swear I only read the articles.
http://www.newsandverse.com
Light verse, ripped from the headlines
Hey wait a second… Michael McDonald is NOT a guilty pleasure. Well, maybe those recent Motown covers albums (but I’ve only heard the first one so shouldn’t rush to judgment).