Why, oh why, do we need commentators for the Olympics opening ceremonies? I'm trying to watch the wierd choreographed boat dance thing, with huge feather looking oars and waves projected onto a screen above the stadium stands, which I'm sure would touch my heart and bring me to new heights of thought and awareness, except I have to mute it to get rid of the "blah, blah, blah you can see his vision blah blah blah, the churning of the oars are symbolic of my words and how they go on and on blah blah blah." We need to have not one, but TWO men to tell us all about the meaning and the design. Because apparently the part where they chose the music was not all that significant.
Now all the pretty chinese women are coming out in their traditional looking garb with cool hair, and all I hear from the announcers is that China is coming out... of the closet? of the wardrobe? Not really sure. I muted it. Because I DON'T CARE. I am trying to watch the pretty ladies and the huge pillars that are blossoming on the field.
I have now resorted to creating my own music, since I obviously don't get to hear theirs. I am reminded of the lyrics to the Olympic Theme Song that I learned as a child:
(To the tune of the theme song)
This is the Olympics theme song
that you've always heard but you do not know the words
(This is the drum part, this is the drum part).
I can sing it for you if you would like. It's much more pleasant to listen to than sportscaster Bob's voice that just goes on and on and on and on.
Side note: I see from a commercial Christian Slater is still ACTING. When did that happen?
I last remember him from this:
And of course this treasure:
Best. Chick Flick. Ever.
Or at least one of the best.
Um, why do they stop talking for the strange glowing men routine but not the pretty, pretty ladies?
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