foiled

i completely fail to see what exactly is so rivetingly fascinating about fencing. its men in suits, complete with face-cover, jumping around with 'foils' attempting to stab each other. i'd much rather see men in street clothes, no protective gear, with sabres, dueling. apparently thats just me. the crowd goes wild.
im seriously considering tuning back to the info-mercial for lazy people who do not wish to iron, cuz that steam thing looked pretty cool.

i'm sporting some 'rock-star' hair today. showering and going to bed with wet hair, no matter how much its combed prior to slumber, does that to me.

fruity france won the gold. it really doesnt surprise me that the french are better at leaping about it tight white pants, flicking a foil. i find it somewhat disconcerting that i know its actually called a 'foil'. apparently screaming and swinging it in the air is perfectly ok when you've won. [shrug]

at least they break up the monotony with a Heroes commercial. the small preview was extensively more entertaining than the entire fencing match.

i have no idea what even they're showing now. its women. in helmets. on bikes. so i'm going to assume its some sort of cycling event. how astute of me. it looks like they're going to fall over. i'm pretty sure i'd laugh if that happened, due to my inappropriate sense of humour. its a gift i tell you.

due to my lack of brain power today,

i bid you adieu