I am tired tonight. So I was glad to see Susan's "What a Horrible Olympics Opening" at the top of the links on The Common Ills.
Cedric and I had to go out with friends tonight. So we're at the bar, eating pizza and drinking with another couple and the huge TV has the Olympics on but we keep asking them to turn the sound up and they don't. And you've got people in one corner just yelling -- they were very drunk.
So we're watching the opening and trying to figure out what the hell is going on?
Okay, there's "Gosh" on the screen in blue and people dancing and it's kids but they're in hospital and here are these dancing nurses and doctors. Then it's "NSM" which we're guessing means National Socialized Medicine. (That wasn't just the four of us guessing. The table to our left also was trying to figure out what "NSM" meant and that's what the two tables came up with.)
Now all the sudden there's J.K. Rowling. The author. And then there's a pirate or something -- a paper mache head -- huge -- of a pirate.
And then there's dozens of Mary Poppins on stage.
It made no sense. Then all the sudden -- and the song's not over -- they're going to a commercial. When they come back, it's this woman driving a red car exactly like Charlize Theron's in The Italian Job.
Then there were what we guessed -- the two tables -- were British boy bands and girl singers. And it made no sense at all but the car drives up to a 'house' on stage. And the 'house' is a bunch of boxes that these people are in or something.
It made no sense. And it looked really tacky. All of it. The dancing nurses and doctors, everything. It was really sad.
This is C.I.'s "Iraq snapshot:"