I think it’s a sign of bad things to come. I kept the TV off for two weeks, then the Olympics started. I, of course, had to watch every minute possible. I had to clean space off my Tivo (!) to allow recordings to occur. I had to sit and watch all of it.
Now, the Olympics are over. I can turn off the TV and get back to work. Only I can’t–thus far, I have finally watched the entire season 3 of Prison Break (13 more hours on my Tivo), the first two episodes of Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles (haven’t yet determined if I like it or not), the season premiere of The Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency (can’t explain why, really), and a Biography special on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I have tried to turn off the TV, really I have, but it’s like a drug. I must watch. I must veg. I must get cramps in my back from awkward angles on the couch.
But that being said, I am still reeling over the Olympics. They always lead me down the path of awe and inspiration while simultaneously thinking that there needs to be some way that normal people can do that sort of thing (air rifle! It’s an Olympic sport!). But there were, as always, moments that stood out for me. Be it good or bad, noteworthy or inconsequential, these are the thoughts I had on the last week of the games as I was watching them. Continue reading