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.
Timelies all!
I don't have a fear of heights, as long there is a defined barrier between me and the drop. Stairs and bleachers freak me out, and I have to either hold on to the railing or keep my eyes on my feet. Escalators don't bug me at all.
I'm having the typical southern californian's response to cold rain.
It warmed up enough here to partially melt the snow on the roof, so big chunks of snow are falling off and crashing to the ground. It's a kind of cool sound, but sometimes a bit startling.
There is even thunder going on which is weird!
