Go into politics when your opponents will do it for you."
- Mark Twain
The Professor was very solicitous last night. Told me to make sure to get to bed early, not to worry about the wash or the vacuuming or the shopping or the anything. I didn't take him at his word, and at least got the shopping and the wash done. He can have the vacuuming and dusting, and he's welcome to it. I get the feeling that I'm the one who's going to be scrubbing the toilets and tub when I get home today, though.
I see my doubts about the Olympics as "promoting world peace" continue to be borne out. "If Russia is not needed in the world sport, in the Olympic sport, we're ready to leave the Olympic village," said the president of the Russian Olympic Committee, who is miffed over a bunch of stuff. Let's see, we've had a vote buying scandal and a figure-skating judging scandal. The Russians are complaining about officiating in a hockey game. Meanwhile, the Koreans have hired a Salt Lake City lawyer over some fiasco in a skating race. South Koreans are so pissed off about the results of that race that citizens of that country sent out thousands of hate e-mails to the winner, which crashed the server for the Olympics Committee. There were positive drug tests on members of the Ukraine and Russian cross-country skiing teams that forced those teams to withdraw from competition. My personal favorite is allegations by the vice president of the International Olympics Committee (Vitaly Smirnov, who happens to be Russian) that NBC was somehow responsible for controversial calls during a hockey game because NBC didn't want the United States hockey team to compete with the Russian hockey team over the weekend. (I'm not entirely sure that Mr. Smirnov understands that, for broadcasting companies, the desire for high ratings supercedes the desire to broadcast an easy American win, but he'll figure it out eventually.) I may be bored with sports, but at least the controversies are interesting.
Adolescent Cat from Hell has discovered the joys of climbing up the human leg. Why she couldn't discover this while she was three pounds I have no idea. Nine-plus pounds of cat clamboring up my jeans leaves some really nasty puncture wounds. This is a trick I'm quickly trying to break her of, for obvious reasons, but I don't think she's going to unlearn it fast enough to protect the company arriving today for the weekend.
Oh hot damn. My radio station just announced that Kiss has been added to the Olympic closing ceremonies. I hope I'm free to watch Sunday night. Wouldn't want to miss that.