Regularly scheduled programming

After a two-week obsession with the Winter Olympics, I’m feeling tired from all that late-night television and a bit cranky with Canada. Honestly, the closing ceremonies put the hoke in the word hockey.

How many different ways can you dress people up as Mounties?  Why ever would you use your national police force as Las Vegas dancers?

Other than Neil Young’s performance (the only redeeming event), it was an evening of sad stereotypes with Bob Costas forced to deliver one-liners like, “We always love a little large inflatable beaver.” Oh Bob, really? Or when he couldn’t identify the electric horses in the middle of a large globe rolling around the stage. “They said there would be horses,” he said, and then finally, ten minutes later. “Oh, there they are!” At any moment I felt like he would announce that we were actually watching Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.

Anyway, Canada, we give you the hockey and ice dancing titles, but you lose the ceremonies until you can prove you can do something better.

In the meantime, I’m onto my last week of television watching before we shut it off for the season. Doug and I like to take regular tv breaks, so that we can get bored enough to entertain each other by dancing around the house to Steve Earle songs (you’d have to be there). Seriously, we take a six month break after football season, and would have shut it off on Monday if not for the last episode of Big Love, which airs this Sunday evening. I’m dying to know what secret J.J. is hiding and whether the polygamist clan will come out of the closet, so to speak. You’d have to be a fan of the show to speak this language.  Anyway, I’m happy to return to my regularly scheduled sleeping time and the less dramatic world of life without television. Thanks to all who gently reminded me I was off of my regularly scheduled blogging too.