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More fun with Amazon.com reviews. The truly mindboggling part is that this appears to be a real book...
Survived exterminator's visit, about which more later. He's due back for the booster shots in two weeks; meanwhile, I spent today waiting around fruitlessly for the plumber, for Mum discovered, while trying to finish washing the dishes before the exterminator came, that the u-bend in the kitchen sink has suddenly developed a mysterious hole. We are reduced to foraging like animals until this is fixed, because by now every plate in the house is dirty and there's no way to wash them... Argh. If I only had a monkeywrench.
So, how 'bout those speedos, er, Olympics, eh? They're actually showing bits of the archery and fencing and table-tennis this time, instead of just the events that the US is good at. The announcers, alas, are still dumb -- what was with that one analogy about the guy swimming like somebody'd put a piano on his back...? Is color-commentary this lame for all sorts of televised sporting events, or are they thinking they're going out of their way to pep it up for us once-every-four-years sorts? Less announcers, more shots of hawt guys, I say... {wanders off to contemplate the Hamm twins' feet}
Survived exterminator's visit, about which more later. He's due back for the booster shots in two weeks; meanwhile, I spent today waiting around fruitlessly for the plumber, for Mum discovered, while trying to finish washing the dishes before the exterminator came, that the u-bend in the kitchen sink has suddenly developed a mysterious hole. We are reduced to foraging like animals until this is fixed, because by now every plate in the house is dirty and there's no way to wash them... Argh. If I only had a monkeywrench.
So, how 'bout those speedos, er, Olympics, eh? They're actually showing bits of the archery and fencing and table-tennis this time, instead of just the events that the US is good at. The announcers, alas, are still dumb -- what was with that one analogy about the guy swimming like somebody'd put a piano on his back...? Is color-commentary this lame for all sorts of televised sporting events, or are they thinking they're going out of their way to pep it up for us once-every-four-years sorts? Less announcers, more shots of hawt guys, I say... {wanders off to contemplate the Hamm twins' feet}