I am. A daily blogger, I am not. I'll say it in two sentences; Karen will say it in essay form with lots of detail, which you might find a lot more interesting than you're finding me.
I just finished up some Open Road Writing work and was about to turn off Rupert when I remembered my little NaBloPoMo project. And resented it. Oh, I'll keep going because that's how I am. I can't win with knitting challenges, but writing challenges? Well, I call myself a writing whore...you got writing? I'll do it. So, yeah, the writing challenges I can finish.
I tweeted, looking for a topic. JessaLu came to the rescue with her suggestion that I write about "NBC and their sucktacular coverage of the olympics (sic)" (jessalu Tweet 1,852) (yes, I'm making up MLA citation format. I'm a dork as well as a whore. Writing whore).
WTF#1: Women's figure skating is on tonight, but I'm watching, what? Not figure skating.
WTF#2: While the little girl whose Mama fell in ski cross had the cutest mittens, I really didn't think it was appropriate to show her fear. This is the OLYMPICS, NBC, not some cheesy reality show. Well, technically it IS reality, but not that icky kind. Stop being icky.
WTF#3: Bob Costas, are you looking for drama? You tried sooo hard to make Evan Lysacek say something ungracious about Evgeni Plushanko, and all that happened is YOU looked like a jerk.
WTF#4: When people win medals, please let them have their moment of glory. Don't act like a silver is dog poop and a bronze is, well, what's worse than dog poop? Frog guts. Yeah, don't act like a bronze is frog guts. Or road kill. Athletes who get to stand on the podium at all deserve some kudos.
What else have I missed? Let me know in the comments!