Five Ring Circus

I love the Olympics. I measure my life in Olympiads. It's a nice handy unit of time, more interesting than your usual years and minutes and so forth. Thus, it's been six Olympiads since my sister was born. Three Olympiads since The Late Show was on ABC. I've also been blogging for an Olympiad. And it's been an Olympiad since I bought new trainers. I must buy some new ones, they're really starting to honk.

I thought living in the UK would make me lose the Olympic fever, what with the stuffy BBC commentary and general lack of Olympic zeal amongst my Scottish accquaintences. But as soon as the athletes from all those wacky little countries of the globe started trotting out into the arena tonight, I got that ol' tingling feeling. Rather than cluttering up WNP, here I am on Blogspot, Goin' For Gold for the next two weeks. Or at least until the novelty wears off and/or drug scandals erase my faith in humanity.