Just Not That Into Them

So here's something that, at least under a different presidential office, I should be totally embarrassed (well not really) to admit: I am not watching the Olympics.

If you told me they ended a week ago I'd believe you. I have only seen them in two specific locations: A bar. And a hotel room. That covers happy hours and a pre-race night of sleep, in case you were going to ponder the order and relation of those two events.

I'm not un-American. I mean, I do want to move to Berlin but they have Olympic athletes in Germany too. They're just bigger. No, I'm just not that into them. I am into Aksel, the Norwegian some-sort-of-athlete-not-sure-whater. But let's face it, there are other snowbunnies for that dude. Do I care about everyone's new favorite sport, curling? No. I liked it four years ago, but now that the public has discovered it, I'm going to take up interest in something else, like wearing banana costumes.

I can't even lie and say I try to care. I think the problem is this: I live alone. I have no mom watching figure skating when I come home from work. I have no roommate watching anything else. And lately, I've been coming home, eating, and going to bed. I'm too exhausted from life, watching someone do a 1,200-and-something-degree flip on a half-pipe - I really don't have it in me.

This is also why I don't watch all the really amazing TV shows out there - Gossip Girl, Real Housewives, Jersey Shore - I mean, I can't even get on board for one episode. I'd have no idea who is sleeping with, hitting up, or hitting on who, or implanting what, where.

Tonight's the first time I've been home before 6 with nowhere to go in awhile and I turn on the TV. I go to my must-see Ace of Cakes first to just shut my mind off. Then I "check and see" if the Olympics are still on. They are.

Oh, but it's a commercial. What's it for? British Columbia tourism. It features a killer whale. Timely! Come to Vancouver. Hang out with killers, like whales. Maybe those whales killed actor Andrew Koenig.

On that note, I'm going to go blog. Check some email. And put the Olympics on mute. Talk to me in four more years, when that cross-country skiing - shooting - jumping is big. Or will it be the viciously competitive world of ice dancing? Speaking of, I have to get my leggings out for my banana costume now.