Welcome to the gates of literary hell

I was watching some of the Olympics last night (or maybe it was early this morning) and I realized that even the people who finish last in a certain event would kick my ass in that event. For example the guy who finishes dead last in the 800 meter freestyle swimming event would finish about an hour before me.  That is humbling.  That means I'm 100% less athletic than the worst swimmer in that event.  Also while watching the gymnasts, I realized that I couldn't do a single goddamn thing they can do.  I'll give you an example.  The uneven bars.  One of my favorite events to watch, they make it seem effortless going from one bar to the other (like joe on a friday night), then you realize that if you even attempted to swing from one bar to the other you would probably end up landing on your head and probably dying.  I do think it would be humorous to film people trying all these events.  Butte, Montana can host the 2012 UnOlympics.  I will medal (and meddle) in at least 10 events.  My Phelpsian heroics will earn me endorsement deals with Twizzlers, Pemmican Beef Jerky, Curves gyms and Monistat 7.  So start writing those letters to congress and let them know you want the UnOlympics in Butte in 2012.

I was driving the other day and saw a row of cones sectioning off part of the highway.  I'm sure millions of people see the same sort of thing everyday during their commutes.  However, this observation was different this time.  I laughed because it seems that nowadays people are so restricted by these sorts of barriers.  We see a rope across an entrance and we avoid it.  We see cones in front of something and we know to stay away.  When exactly did we become this way.  More than one hundred years ago, people would see a place that no one had been to and say "fuck it, I'm going to check that out".  We have no adventurous spirit anymore.  We have no trailblazers (other than the obnoxious vehicle of the same name), no free spirits willing to climb a tree just to see what the view is from the top or dive into a body of water to see how deep it is.  We've lost something over the course of these past centuries.  We've lost that which once made us strive to learn more.  We no longer wonder why and then go and find out.  We wonder why, then shrug our shoulders and go back to our iPhones or Blackberrys.  I think we once again need to wonder and then explore why.

I figure since this is the last day of the month that I should post so I can get one more in before the month ends.  I'm not sure why I continue to post here as no one apart from Google reads the posts.  Good old Google, they thought of everything, including a way to make me feel validated.  I liken this blog to me reading a report in a deserted canyon.  No one hears, no one cares.  But perhaps thats why I keep posting.  Maybe someday someone will read and someone will care.  Maybe someday.

I recently went home to RI and was watching tv and saw that some of the former angels from Charlie's Angels (the show not the movie) would be appearing as judges on some god awful reality tv show.  This enraged me.  Well actually the mention of Charlie's Angels enrages me.  Here was one of the lamest shows in the history of television.   Three women graduate from the Los Angeles police academy.  First mistake.  No way that will ever happen.  They are hired by a detective agency and given cases by a guy via a speaker phone.  Here is where the irony hits me.  Women probably liked the show because it showed the angels as strong, female characters which was rare back then.  Whats so amusing is that for all their feminine power they still worked for a man.  God I love it.  Because of that goddamn show, 75% of girls who get pictures taken with their friends at proms or semi formal dances will strike the angels pose.  Just god awful.