tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217233.post5795669113705127499..comments2023-12-17T23:44:41.675-08:00Comments on A Case of Myth-Taken Identity: Deccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04515274049604839002noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217233.post-26786519825632354272008-08-25T11:30:00.000-07:002008-08-25T11:30:00.000-07:00I think you may need legitimate chicken soup. Like...I think you may need legitimate chicken soup. Like Jewish Grandma chicken soup. <BR/><BR/>Which, thankfully, I know how to make even though I am nobody's grandma. <BR/><BR/>May I? I could bring it right to you? I could spike it with booze?FinnyKnitshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08813175777047535103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217233.post-2914878737675406572008-08-23T18:38:00.000-07:002008-08-23T18:38:00.000-07:00And as I said to the ER nurse, you NEVER lose your...And as I said to the ER nurse, you NEVER lose your sense of humor.<BR/><BR/>All of your comments are spot-on. <BR/><BR/>For me the emblematic moment of this year's coverage was the night the prime-time coverage started with the women's marathon, live and uncut, for two and a half hours. I have nothing against marathons, but nobody needs to see every single bloody moment of one, especially when it means you don't get to see anything else until after 10pm! <BR/><BR/>Between the wacky scheduling and all the general insanity of life (ER, work, etc.), I think I've actually seen less of this Olympics than of any Games since 1992 (when I had no TV), despite there supposedly being more footage available than ever before. Go figure...Fohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14212927975605072777noreply@blogger.com