What’s Bubbling in My Mind

Still pinky-eyed. They do look better after I’ve been up for a while, though, so I have that going for me. I assume the people at work all figure I’m drunk or on drugs or something. I suppose I am, if you consider eye drops a drug. I have them all lined up on my desk, on display, so that maybe people will get the hint. I suppose I could start moaning and saying “oh, my eyes!” every once in a while but I don’t want to be completely shunned.

We were watching some of the Olympic coverage last night, including the men’s short program. Boy, the outfits are getting more and more interesting, aren’t they? What’s with all the cut-outs? I’ve seen less skin on Lil Kim than some of those guys. And please, does anyone thing Dick Button was kind of loopy last night? Did he mean to compare that one guy’s costume to his dining room curtains on camera? I noticed it was pretty quiet after that, so I assume everyone was laughing and they muted them all. Mr. Dump and I actually blipped back on the Tivo to hear it again…that’s some great television right there. Just say what we’re all thinking, Dick!

I don’t normally follow men’s skating, but I really like the ‘tude of that American kid, Johnny Weir. He strikes me as someone who got bullied a lot growing up and he’s not going to take it anymore. He’s going to be himself and screw anyone who doesn’t like it. Well you know what? I like it. I like you, kid, I hope you win. I hope the new scoring system lets you shine because they can’t do that Gawd-awful “it wasn’t his turn to win because he hasn’t paid his dues on the circuit” bullcrap that the old scoring system used to do. You know, how the favorites always won because if you weren’t one of the favorites you scored unfairly low. Good luck, Johnny, I’ll be rooting for you!