Saturday afternoon, I faxed over the "official" paperwork to MVN agreeing to move TWFE to their network. It's official, folks. It was a slightly strange, but exciting, feeling.
A little later on Saturday, the Lions, for lack of a better word, destroyed the Browns. The Lions played damn well, beating a team who narrowly missed the playoffs last season. I'm doing all I can to not get sucked in again, but it's hard. Awful hard.
I think Michael Corleone speaks for all Lions fans...
After watching the silly tape delay of the Lions win (Big media and the NFL just don't get it), I needed what was going to be my last Olympics fix for a couple of years. NBC was showing ping pon...table tennis and mountain biking (Mountain biking is an Olympic sport? Well, you can slap me silly and call me Shirley). At the same time, the CBC was showing the very exciting and emotional men's volleyball gold medal game, live and in it's entirety, between the USA and Brazil. (As I write this, NBC is showing a condensed version of the USA win, only 17 hours later, another sign big media doesn't have a clue, or give a shit)
Let's see...Watch a bunch of nameless Euros ride bikes or a USA volleyball team on a mission to win gold for their coach, and his grief stricken family? Easy choice. Living in a border city FTW!
Volleyball ended just in time for...Spain - USA basketball! So I was up till 5 AM watching USA hoops win the gold medal. Jacques Rogge and the rest of the extortionists running the IOC should demand all future Olympics be held in the eastern time zone.
I'M AN AMERICAN LIVNING IN THE EASTERN TIME ZONE! THE WORLD REVOLVES AROUND OUR NEEDS AND OUR NEEDS ONLY! I HAVE RIGHTS, DAMMIT!
I rarely do all-nighters anymore, for good reason. They leave me loopy. Or maybe loopier. You make the call.
I have to say it was quite nice to see jaded NBA gazillionaires act like little kids in a candy store over winning gold for their country. I don't think I've ever seen Kobe Bryant so...well, happy. Ever. Not even after winning an NBA title. Even cooler was every team USA player shaking the hand of Doug Collins. It was the human side of athletes we rarely get to see. It put a smile on my face, but damn, it was weird to see them so openly emotional.
After the gold medal ceremony, I called it night. I'm guessing it was 5:30ish when I finally crashed.
You'd think the weirdness was over, but nooooo. Around 10 AM, I was roused from a semi-sound sleep by the sound of my electronics trying to fry themselves. I had fallen asleep with the bedroom stereo on, and I heard, "click...click...click" coming from the head unit. My first thought? "What the fuck time is it?" My second? "Something sure ain't right."
Funny how a strange sound (or even the lack of one) wakes you with a start. Turns out my neighborhood was going into a brownout. Wonder-fucking-ful.
I stumbled out of bed with slits for eyes. (I'm not making a racist joke about the Chinese, unlike the Spanish Olympic hoops team. If I were to make a joke, it'd be something like: Confucius say before becoming master fisherman, must be master baiter)
I staggered around the house making sure the surge protectors had worked, flipping off switches, unplugging appliances and just trying to get through to my pea brain what exactly was happening.
A few minutes later, I lost power completely. I found my ancient Walkman radio, and crawled back into bed. So I was laying in bed, extremely tired, cranky as all Hell and now worried about a fridge and freezer full of food. Let alone it was over 80 outside, and the temperature inside was quickly beginning to rise.
The power FINALLY came back around 12:30. I was relieved. Sweaty, but relieved.
To say my morning sucked is an understatement.
I'm still tired and still kinda cranky. My mood isn't helped by trying to figure out what in the Hell is going on during the Olympics closing ceremony. I have no fucking clue whatsoever. I think those in charge of these ceremonies use the LSD. A shitload of the LSD. Amounts of the LSD that would have even the deadest of the Deadheads say, "Uh, no way, man!" Acid flashbacks should not be used as the groundwork for anything, let alone a ceremony being broadcast to billions.
All this is my long-winded way of telling you I'll write about the Lions tomorrow.
Are we cool? Good.