for a glorious moment there

i wanted to have berkem ceylan's babies.

such reason, omg. like early-CE but even more reasonable!

so he was not particularly smart when trying to avoid predicting the ptot gc. but that's hard to do even with rosters.

so he pronounced roy correctly the first time and then switched to the wrong pronunciation.

so he confused noval with navarro. (or, hopefully that's what happened.)

so there was the flamme situation where it means flag (flama, anyone?) but my dictionary says it is by analogy.

no one's saying he should become phil "will they or won't they? the suspense, it's killing me!" l'gg't, but. he still didn't say anything about the race itself. so i stopped wanting to have his babies.

(i was thrilled at how great the various beys writing in were because i'm patronizing like that. except of course suat bey who loses at life and should watch more cycling.)

and then i checked him out at the 50k where he was insufferable. but then if you gave me the 50k i'd be insufferable too. (we are living in a world where the 50k [which i love, make no mistake] is allowed the survive but the madison isn't. who would've thought?)

here, have some holmenkollensquee:

30pursuit was a great light day, v. warm&fuzzy. the jump is gorgeous obviously (esp. while not being used, all hovering over the stadium), even better than the flash game, and the camera at the top had what is possibly the best shot in wintersport: sky and below it fog as far as the eye can see. there were crazy people. we get it, okay? norway has a nicelooking flag (honorable mentions go to the danes for coming up with the design, estonia for having the best colors and iceland for the best coat of arms. sense a pattern there? and then there's the flanders/albania/bhutan/wales family).