Giles ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
So I'm designing this show; spent 10 hours on Mon hanging and focusing; spent the last two days in tech (all outside of the day job) and a couple of hours ago I got a call telling me that the show is cancelled. I have to go strike everything today.
Oof, that sucks. I'm sorry.
Yikes, aurelia. That sucks for all involved.
Both of my officemates have left for the year! Party at my place!!
...OK, maybe not.
Out of all those people, I only recognize Randy Gardner, Brian Boitano, and Johnny Weir.
The only other ones that I'd expect people who aren't skating geeks to maybe recognize are John Curry (1976 Olympic champion) and Brian Orser (the other half of the Battle of the Brians.)
With one exception, everyone on the list is American, Canadian, or British. The one exception is Ondrej Nepala, and it seems like he never really spoke about being gay publicly, but Toller Cranston revealed it in his autobiography.
Wow, aurelia. Will you get paid? What happened?
That was my first question. Yes I'll be paid.
I watched a documentary about escalators getting built and they didn't show the installation of the monster but I'm still pretty sure.
It's a monster. It shies from the limelight.
Boitano said for years that it was nobody's business and had nothing to do with skating.
Seeing as how I was miffed when a person I work with got overly questioning about whether I was married, ever been married or had kids, I kinda understand how it's shouldn't be a question you *have* to answer because of your job.
But I am glad he's stated it publicly given Sochi.
Out of all those people, I only recognize Randy Gardner, Brian Boitano, and Johnny Weir.
Do we have to keep Johnny Weir?
Rudy Galindo was a perpetual almost-but-not-quite-medalist from about 1988 to 1996. He was always just a fun skater to watch. Then, in case anyone had any doubt about his sexuality, started doing this routine to a Village People medley in pro tours. [link]
The Porter Square escalator that has been referenced here really is a killer, in that there was an actual fatality caused by it a few years back.
OK, so it needed a couple of ingredients like a rider so drunk he passed out on the way up, a hoodie string that got sucked in, and nobody around to cut him loose before he strangled.
The moral, kids, is don't drink and escalate.
I'm freezing cold and I feel crappy. I should be going out to do almost-last-minute Xmas shopping, but I cannot bring myself to bundle up and go. I will regret this tomorrow when I'm fighting the rest of the city for the remaining scraps of gifts at Marshall's.
My niece suggested we should carpool to our holiday location. I had no real reason to object, so I said yes. But I don't want to. It means I'll be stuck waiting around for her, and I can't come home early if I want. Also, she's not exactly good company for a two-hour drive. Bleah. The real problem, of course, is that I just don't want to go.
And, of course you had Elvis Stojko babbling CONSTANTLY about how "masculine" he is and, basically, calling people fags all over the place. It's not a good scene.