Unlike the Brat, I've not quite been ignoring the Olympics. Its schedule being from ohmygod o'clock in the morning until dinnertime rather meant that I didn't see much of them during the week, but it wasn't for lack of interest.
The weekends were different, and the Weasel and I spent hours watching people in full-body condoms zoom around tracks on ice skates, slide down hills with sticks tied to their feet, do aerobatics while attached to large tongue-depressers etc.
Which leads me to Yet Another List: Things That Are Fabulous.
Thing One: The Norwegian Curling Team's Trousers
Behold the magnificence
The sartorial equivalent of the loud drunk guy at your cousin's wedding, these bad boys (the pants, not the Norwegians) are available for sale for a paltry $US 89.95 per pair. If you can't quite stretch to that, you could always buy a "Respect the Pants" t-shirt for a much more accessible $US 15 or join the Facebook fan group, where you can learn to tell people how awesome their pants are in Norwegian.
And remember -- a man walks down the street in pants like those, you know he's not afraid of anything.
Thing Two: Johnny Weir
He's sparkly, he's outspoken almost to a fault, and he's ridiculously talented. Seriously. To the point where we can forgive him for being Lady GaGa's bestie.
No, really. Check it out:
As if anything else need be said. But sadly, it does. A couple of commentating velocipedes in Canadia made some crass remarks about Johnny's apparent
sexuality, including a suggestion that he should have to take a gender test.
WTF, CANADIA?? We thought you were immune to that kind of nineteenth-century homophobic bullshit.
Butanyway. Johnny, being the outspoken guy he is, had something to say about it. This is what he said:
And that, ladies and germs, is what a class act looks like. And why you, Johnny Weir, are fabulous. Long may you sparkle.