I was going to rant about how lame the Vancouver Closing Ceremonies were, but why bother?
I love Canada and anything I say about all the overdone, pointless patriotic promotional proud-to-be-a-Canadian blather would be misinterpreted. At least they had a sense of humor at the opening with the clown finally raising the whatever-that-was after the mechanical glitch at the Opening Ceremonies. And, they let Bill Shatner just go on without hitting the censor button, talking about doing it in canoes. But, other than Shatner and Neil Young (and maybe the giant beaver), I thought the opening ceremonies generally sucked.
Too bad, especially since all that cross country skiing and biathalon on TV was so darned exciting hour after painful hour. That’s when fast-forward on my DVR paid its rent.
Wonders Never Cease 1
Just when I thought it was a hopeless cause, my college freshman starts chatting with me on Facebook and tells me how totally disgusting her dorm room is because her roommate is a total slob and has clothes piled four feet high and you can’t see the floor and there is a growing stench coming from her side of the room. She then accompanies the prose by texting me a couple of photos, making her description of the mess an understatement. I suggest she jettison the stuff, but she is not sure what jettison means (being just a college freshman and all) and suggests instead that she might just chuck it all out the window. I told her she got the point.
This is a someone who left home after living in a room that I would liken to the slums of Mumbai and a mere six or so months later is telling me how disgusted she is by messes and filth and how clean her side is. By comparison, I asked? Nope, it is certified clean, she insists.
Now, just how do these transitions happen? By experience, of course. All the ranting I did for all those years about her own room at home did absolutely no good, but living in squalor for a while makes one appreciate cleanliness.
Which, in an odd turn, is why ranting about the Closing Ceremonies would be so pointless. Things are what they are until they change. I’m sure that’s a rule of physics whose name I just don’t recall at the moment, but it has to be true. The fact that I remember anything about physics is Wonders Never Cease 2.