Saturday, February 18, 2006

It's not over till it's over

I love the Olympics. Especially the Winter Olympics. The bringing together of nations to participate in the spirit of friendly competition in lovely snowy weather. *cue music* We are the world ...

I was watching the women's snowboard cross last night, which I was happy to see they've made into a new Olympic sport, since it's so fun to watch. I actually scream out loud whilst watching. Hopefully skier-cross isn't too far behind - even more fun to watch! So basically how it works is there's four snowboarders on the course at the same time, incidental contact is allowed, and the first across the finish line is the winner.

Anyways, the tragedy of American Lindsey Jacobellis. In the medal round, she jockeyed her way into the hole (leader) position to the first turn and managed to maintain her lead despite being clipped from behind and having two other riders go down (the Canadian rider was taken off the course on a sled). By the bottom of the course, Jacobellis had extended her lead over the Swiss rider by a huge three seconds and with the finish line in sight and gold virtually guaranteed, she decided to celebrate with with a backside method grab over the last big jump. Keep in mind, there are no points rewarded for style - this move was purely celebratory.


But landed too far over on her back edge, which ended in this.

Which led to this - 2nd place for Lindsey (far left).


When interviewed by reporters in the aftermath, she insisted that she didn't regret anything and that she was happy about silver. Not sure I'm buying that. I mean, I get it, she's 20, she was having fun and got caught up in the moment. But really ... no regret? All she had to do was stay on her feet - in fact, the gold medal rider was the only one who didn't fall down! Just say it! You're embarrassed and filled with regret! I would be! Olympic athletes are competitive people! Back in NBC studios, the anchor pointed out that this was a case of showboating with consequences unrivaled by any other incident.

It's a pity that she'll always be considered to have lost the gold rather than winning the silver. And what's that? Who won the gold? Ahh, Olympic moments.

Monday, February 13, 2006

SICK, dude!!

Back to Tahoe to ski for the weekend - this time with the Cal gang (aka the Urban Trybe). It was HOT, but the snow wasn't that bad. I AM glad I had my edges sharpened though. :) And a good time was had by all!

Since we took the time to come up with sick (in snowboarding talk, this means good) snowboarding names, I shall use them below.

Monkey, Chanandler Bong, Hammer, Tangerine

Roxy, Sunflower

Lovely view of Lake Tahoe - can't beat that anywhere!

The boys settling nicely into their roles of sitting there. Peter's having a day.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

A-man-duh

There's a girl in my patents class who sounds like a man. And EVERY time she speaks, I look over, expecting a slightly effeminate man. It's impossible to get used to.

Along the same lines, there's a man who looks like woman working security here. Or it could be a manly woman. It's hard to tell. I haven't seen him/her/it in a while.

Quite the cast of characters. Lastly, there's Girl With a Mustache. Who got a new haircut - nice and layered. But still has the mustache. Oh. That reminds me. We haven't seen Guy With No Eyebrows in a while. I think they could collaborate. She could donate her mustache to serve as his eyebrows.

It's nice when people work together so that everyone wins.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Funocracy field trip

The time: Fri - Sun
The place: Lake Tahoe
The weather: snowy
The food: buffet
The company: FUNNY
Funocracy motto: "Is it fun? Yes? Then do it."

All the makings for a good trip.

Driving to Sierra-at-Tahoe. Heavenly's entire summit was closed due to high winds, so Sierra it is!

Dave and me in the lodge. We shared a chili dog with fries. Mmm... All that exercise skiing down the drain.

Packing up to go back.

The boys, entranced by "Top 50 Child Stars" on E!

We got tatooed. We're bad ass. Temporarily.