because you ain't ever gonna burn my heart out

Every time I start to write an lj entry about what I've been doing for the last couple months, I get distracted, so instead I'm just going to post some music to try and segue my way back into this whole writing shit again. And then I can work my way up to clearing out the roughly bazillion links I shoved into my "this is interesting" folder, and maybe even post some fanfic. (I swear, any fic I wrote gets down to pretty much the last paragraph that needs to be written, and then I forget it for a good couple of years. There's probably a theory about it that I could parallel to my same practice with collecting wine and/or weird alcohol, wherein I'm always hoping the long periods of ignoring it will help it in the long run. This is a good disguise for what is actually just laziness.)

Because, I mean, things happened! Interesting things, even! Should write about them! I spent a sizable chunk of time in Rome! Things I did there are included but not limited to:

-Was in minor vehicular accident within two hours of arriving in the country
-Ate all the gelato
-Photobombed the pope (current pope, by accident)
-Almost broke the pope's window (previous pope, deliberate)
-Bit a priest (not the pope, by accident)
-Got stuck on a three hours bus ride with forty Minnesotans who wanted to do nothing but karaoke
-Argued with nine different Legionaries of Christ
-Possibly incurred some kind of curse by Padre Pio because of sacrilegious remarks
-Saw enormous, 20 foot high Baby Jesus statue
-Viewed at least three supposedly incorruptible bodies
-Cheated the Roman train system

So it's not like things haven't been happening. It's more like too much has been happening. Also, you know, there is the small matter of the Olympics. I am a fool for the Olympics, both winter and summer versions, though I am finding this iteration more stressful than usual, what with the hockey issues at stake.

But, you can't let crippling fear of potential sports grief or a general malaise in writing get you down. All you can do is half-ass your way around it until you find a better solution, which is honestly how I get through most of my life issues anyway. Hey, we haven't had a music post in a while. Let's have some random music. We even have a theme this time! Kind of. Maybe. Look, it applies to at least half of them, what else do you want from me.

( Music Post: Stop Ruining My Life, DC Sports Franchises )

Basically, I had a point somewhere when I started writing this, and that point is that I want Alex Ovechkin to win all the gold medals, even for events that he's not entered in (Alex Ovechkin for ice dancing! Alex Ovechkin for moguls! Alex Ovechkin for cross country skiing! Alex Ovechkin for skeleton! Alex Ovechkin for two man bobsled! …actually, I can kind of see him doing that last one. He would pair up with Semin, their sled would be painted to look like the Batmobile, and it would basically go down a lot like this) and if you're against me or him, I will destroy you. I will leap at you like a spider monkey and rip your voicebox out with my teeth, spitting it across the room with a triumphant animal-esque roar that you will hear faintly through the fast fading thunder of the blood pounding in your ears and spraying from your aorta. The Olympic madness is upon me, and like Bob Costas' pink-eye infection, my bloodlust shall not be easily conquered.

…Bode Miller can win the remaining gold medals. He will then lose them to a street shyster in a fixed shell game, or possibly leave them in the bathroom of a pub while drunk, because that is the Bode Miller way.