Leah and I watched some of the Olympics last night, with her in NY and me in Atlanta and the cell phone signals zipping into the atmosphere and back to our eardrums and eventually delivered to our sometimes laughter deficient lives.

Men’s gymnastics really is a fascinating thing to watch, don’t you think? I mean, Leah had a great point last night — there’s no practical application for any of those skills in the “real world”. Of course that doesn’t stop me from being amazed at the way they can spin around on those horse-things and vault with wild abandon. In Paul Hamm’s case one of those vault attempts was particularly ugly but hell, I wouldn’t even be brave enough to jump over the thing so who am I to talk?

One thing that stuck with me though is that when the little girls with their suspended growth and endless brainwashing do their routines, you never really see them making an ugly face. I mean, their lips are pursed and they’re clearly concentrating, but they’re not making any really vulgar, stain your mind kind of faces. Not like the ones old Paul makes. Here’s a hint: no woman ever wants to see that. EVER. Know what I’m saying?

The peanut gallery says it’s because women don’t do “strength” routines, but I still say they have plenty of opportunity for the ugly face.

Ok.

Ginormous kink in my neck this morning. Who’s got good drugs?

Lastly, Kyle’s little trivia contest went bad yesterday…through no fault of his own. Give me a song and ask me to guess the artist? Can you say Google? Sadly, it was Steven Segal.