game shows...ugh...

tomorrow is the last day of the olympics.

it's going to be such a huge bummer to go from watching 4 hours of neato sports every night, to watching...nothing. because i hate summertime programs. i'm looking forward to watching the office when it comes back on, because it rules. but even that is different. jim and pam might break up, or get married. but at the end of the show, you sigh when you remember...it's not real. who cares anyway.

the olympics are real, man.

real people doing real things. real stories. real victory. real struggle. and it's something the whole world particpates in.

if i ever tell you i've sunk so low as to watch "america's got talent" just punch me right in the face. i plan to be reading more, but on nights when i have a headache i am weaker. don't be shy. don't have sympathy because my head already hurts. i'm better off getting punched in the face.

david hasselhoff as a judge...are you freaking kidding me? sharon osbourne?

oh olympics. i miss you already.

i will shush about the olympics after this and just share my favorite moment this year.

michael phelps in the 100 meter butterfly. i was, quite literally, shaking for 10 or so minutes after it ended. it was that amazing. i wrote it about it before, said it was "the sickest thing i've ever seen."

watch it for yourself.

no, really. do it. it's a mere 50 seconds of your life. and while you're left shaking, as any mortal should be, leave it playing so you can see the slow motion replay. that's the part that left me screaming. because when he touched the wall, i thought he lost. when they said he won, i thought he lost. when they showed the slow motion...my mind was blown.

the end.