Because apparently some people don't have anything better to do. Seriously, why? Can't you think of something better to protest? Put out your own damn newspaper if you don't like mine!

Ooohhh, Hawaii! I'd forgotten that you were going again! In a little over a month, I head to China!

Linky love from Jessi! Now, where is she?

In other news, apparently my company is being targeted by a "March on the Media" protest tomorrow night. Um, sorry boss, gotta leave early!

I really do need to stop obsessing over the Olympics, but this is just sad. Why on earth would I want to see that Carly chick instead of Paul Hamm? Boo, General Mills! Boo!

The question becomes...does your police department have its very own (rented) blimp? Went to the start of the protest today, though I didn't march. Anyone else? 

Oh my goodness, he is absolutely adorable! So cute! So small!

Look, we can post pictures! Here's the dynamic duo the night the Village Idiot closed. Send me a photo of the kitty! 

Cat, you now must post pictures of the kitten on the blog!

Sorry to harp on the Olympics, but this Paul Hamm controversy is just the saddest thing ever. Here's an article that sums it up best. In a subjective sport, the same routine will be judged differently on different days and even on the same day. You can't bring in instant replay to gymnastics, or meets would take two weeks. And you certainly can't be South Korea and go around yelling about how your gymnast deserves .1 additional to his score because the start value was miscalculated, but fail to mention that they replay shows he should have had a .2 deduction for other stuff. Have to review everything if you tell people to review something, folks. If you don't like the scoring system, pick a less subjective sport. End of story. And the idiot Olympic officials that are saying they can't do anything, but if Paul was willing to give up his medal...need to sit down and shut up.

Poor guy. I remember reading a quote saying that he was hoping that the gold medal would lead to a sponsorship that would allow him to replace the 6-year old car he shares with his brother. And now no sponsorship companies will probably touch him. Just sucks. His one shining moment, ruined by idiots.

Cat, how very sad that you don't get the Olympics. I love the Olympics. Love them! Yesterday, Jessi and I watched the Olympics together. Because of the NBC tape delay, and my inability to stay off the internet, I knew all the results by the time she came over. I quickly figured out that Jessi didn't, though, so played along for five hours! It was fun! Fake suspense!

Here is an article about my way-cool cousin that I'm sharing with everyone I know. Isn't my cousin insane?

Regarding cable, I can't get stations with bunny ears, either. Here's a tip: I pay $14 a month to the cable company for broadcast channels. They don't even advertise the service - you have to specifically ask for it. It's worth it to me, because broadcast is all I really watch. Digital cables is for wimps!

I am suspicious of those wallet things. My terrible solution? Keeping all my passwords similar, which I know is bad bad bad. Whatever, I'm going to internet hell.

I know that I'm probably alone in this on the blog, but man, I love the Olympics. I love the wacky opening ceremonies. I love the swimming and gymnastics and rowing, I tolerate the TV coverage.

I enjoyed yelling "Shut UP, Bob Costas" during the entire opening ceremonies. Should have just watched the thing on mute. I have spent the weekly obsessing over how I'm going to watch my cousin on tv (damn you, NBC, with your "all gymnastics, all swimming, all the time" coverage).

I think I am the only person on the North American continent that likes the tape delay. Honestly, it's easier for me to watch. Knowing the results, I don't get all tense and can watch and enjoy things. Yes, I know I'm weird.

Oh no! What will Jessi do for her wedding if it ever comes true? Magnolia Bakery closing! Jess, the offer to help bake the cupcakes still stands!

Oh my God, I have seen the coming of the Apocalypse, and it is this show: UPN's The Player. I felt stupider watching thirty minutes of this thing. Who knows what the full hour might have done.

While speaking of TV, who else out there loves Extreme Makeover: Home Edition? Actually, I don't really love all of it, just the last 20 minutes. Every time the family gets to see their new house, I cry. Every. Single. Time. Last night, it was a family whose son had been in an accident and was paralyzed from the waist down. The show made the house handicapped-accessible. How cool is that?