Damn it!

I saw a link to a story that was labeled "Swedish wrestler throws away medal in Olympic hissy fit." Two of my best friends are of Swedish descent, so I clicked on the link, giggling to myself about how I'd send it to them and ask what was wrong with their people. Then I saw the name of the Olympian.

JESUS CHRISTMAS! STOP MAKING US LOOK BAD!

But seriously, what were the odds of that? Someone tell me how many Armenians there are in Sweden.

Sorry to disappoint!

Someone was directed to this post through a Google search for "jonathan horton slash"...I'm guessing it's not what they were hoping to find.

UPDATE: Someone else just searched for those same terms! If there are any aspiring fanfic writers out there, here's an opportunity to explore a neglected niche.

Go us!

I would like to point out that, as of this morning, Armenia has two medals, which is more than 180 countries. This is exciting because my people are not the most athletic of the world's ethnic groups.

Go America!

You know what, French swim team? If you're going to talk trash, make sure you back it up with a win.
USA! USA!

Of course, I've had issues with the French ever since they made the Peanuts gang sleep outside that creepy chateau in Bon Voyage, Charlie Brown.

I love Snoopy.

I am ashamed

I was watching men's gymnastics when NBC did an interview with Jonathan Horton. My first thought was, "Jonathan Horton Hears a Who!".
I clearly have a future writing clues for Jeopardy!.

OUTRAGE

From the swimming commentators: "If you're a young girl and you're not cheering for Hannah Miley, well..."

Hannah Miley is Australian. I demand an investigation into why our swimming announcers are encouraging our children to root against Americans.

Independence isn't for everyone

Listen, Hungary, until you can design an outfit for the Opening Ceremonies that doesn't look like wallpaper, it's back to Austria you go.

And you couldn't even mention Sun Yat-sen

Both of my parents held MAs in History, and both taught at the high school level for a number of years. It's not surprising that I inherited a love of history from them, especially since they both had such a strong passion for their chosen field.

My father in particular had a special interest in East Asian history, sparked by his service as a Marine in WWII. Before I came along, my parents traveled throughout Asia together, and he got to reconcile what he had learned in the 30 years since returning from the Pacific Theater with the sights of the continent.

His readings and first-hand experiences culminated in a trip to Taiwan, when he came upon a statue of Chiang Kai-shek, hero of Nationalist China. Now, my father was hardly a communist, but believed Chiang to be a thief. As such, he marched up to the statue in the middle of the square, looked up at it, and exclaimed, "All right, you son of a bitch, where'd you hide the money?!?"

My mother always expressed amazement that they left Taiwan in one piece.

Celebrating in style

I'm sure that most of you will be getting together with friends tomorrow to watch the Opening Ceremonies from Beijing. As a seasoned hostess, I thought I'd share some helpful tips and guidelines for your Olympic parties:

Ask your guests to leave their "Free Tibet" signs and stickers at home. Better yet, avoid inviting anyone who may own such propaganda.

I hope I don't have to remind you that your portrait of Mao should be prominently displayed! Remember to pick up candles and fresh flowers to put underneath it.

Upon arrival to the house, have your guests make a "great leap forward" over the picture of Chiang Kai-shek you have taped to the floor.

Help your guests understand how rigorous the Chinese educational system is. Ask them to arrive 3 hours before the start of the ceremonies for a quick exam on Chinese history. Let only those who score in the top 10% stay.

Create an atmosphere akin to that of Beijing! Invite any cigar and cigarette smokers you may know over for an old-fashioned smokers' party tomorrow afternoon. Keep the windows closed for the perfect effect.

Who doesn't enjoy a good party game? Rename your hallway "Tienanmen Square," ask one of your friends to dress as a tank, and use commercial breaks to have spirited games of chicken between him and your guests. The person who remains in place the longest gets to be "re-educated" by cleaning up after the party!

Keep the party alive after the ceremonies have ended! Spend the next few hours reading (and re-reading) aloud from The Little Red Book. Announce that you will be dropping by their homes for random quizzes during the Games!