Thursday, August 14, 2008

Bourbon and Gymnastics

Well, first off, a correction: the delightful and sky-savvy Scarlett tells me Hanny (of voorwerp fame, see my last post) is a woman, not a man. Actually, Scarlett put the whole thing much more succinctly (and correctly) in her comments than I did in the post, so I'll just quote her comments directly: "Hanny van Arkel is a...25 year old dutch school teacher who knows zip about astronomy but wanted to help search through all the gazillions of photos at galaxy zoo, saw this unusual image and pointed it out to the guys in charge. Yes, she gets to name it."

Thanks Scarlett. Clear skies!

I've been battling a deeply annoying, noxious post-Rockygrass miasma of an allergic reaction the last few weeks, in the form of a large, rapacious and insanely itchy skin rash. Think The English Patient. Think Morgellon's Disease. Think Bug. I can't sleep because of the itching. Luckily, I got a new bottle of Maker's Mark for my birthday, and the Olympics are on, so every time the itching set in I'd pour myself a tumbler of bourbon and fire up the Tivo and watch gymnastics and volleyball and swimming all night. I've never been a big Olympics watcher, primarily because for every 10 minutes of sports they show there's 50 minutes of force-fed inspirational life story bullsh1t to sit through. I don't trust people who are trying to inspire me. I'd rather have angry bees shoved up my nose than listen to the pre-fab morality plays NBC insists on shoving down my throat.


With Tivo (actually it's a generic Tivo-ish DVR that came free with the satellite dish) I can fast-forward through all the bullsh1t and watch actual athletes performing actual sports.

So it hasn't been all bad.

And the girls have been watching the Tivo-compressed Olympics every day after daycare, so they are now obsessed with gymnastics. Yay! They run into the living room and tumble around til dinner. KK calls it "gymnastic-ing." As in "Look, Daddy, I'm gymnastic-ing!"

I finally got to see a dermatologist yesterday, so steroids are flowing through my bloodstream like army ants, and the rash is on the wane. Life is good. Or better, anyway.

Last camping trip of the summer this weekend. We're going up to the Sangre De Cristo range (click the pic above to see it up close), which typically host the clearest skies I've ever seen, and taking the telescope with us for the first time ever. If it doesn't break or dent on the trip up, it should be fun. Jupiter and the moon have been doing a nice little dance in the sky these last few days. Let's hope the weather cooperates (see how I effortlessly threw in the word of the week there at the very end, Mona?).


Eric Shonkwiler said...

And people say alcohol isn't the solution. How is Maker's Mark?

Wanderlust Scarlett said...

*BLUSH*... thanks. ;o)

I replied to you about Disney. You are right.

Very sorry to hear about the rash, glad you are on the mend. Tis the season, no? Just a thought, did you try a lavender or green tea bath?

The Olympics have been good to watch, and I'm glad the kids are interested in them; already it seems as though it's made a positive change for them.

I have been enjoying this Jupiter and Moondance... ;o) - it's a lovely pairing.

Have fun in the mountains. The Sangre de Cristo range is one of the longest mountain ranges in the world, it has more than 10 14'ers, and more than 24 '13'ers'... much closer to dark skies! For viewing and for the soul, this is a really good place to go.
I look forward to a full report!

Scarlett & Viaggiatore

Noel said...

There's nothing like the Olympics to get people involved in sports...for a limited while. One of my friends who is a lifeguard reported a huge and sudden surge in the amount of students who've enrolled into her swimming class. Everyone wants to be the next Michael Phelps.

I wonder how the gymnastics and cheer classes are going to respond after this week is over.

And glad to hear you're doing better.

Mona Buonanotte said...

Ooh, you're good dude! Just like that Phelps guy, one-one-hundredth of a second to scoot it in at the end!

Clowncar said...

How is Maker's Mark? The best bourbon known to man. Or woman. Do yourself a favor, go buy yourself a shot tonight, and sip it, don't slam it. If you don't swoon with delight, I'll send you a check.

You owe it to yourself to try Dickel too. Heh, heh.

Sorry there is no full report to give, Scarlett. I'm starting to go into withdrawal - haven't had the scope out for like 2 months now. Jupiter taunts me from the sky, nightly.

Fleeting interests don't bother me, Noel. Kids should be allowed to flit through whatever they want til they find something that sticks.

Yeah, but only Phelps got fantasy boyfriend status from you, Mona. I'm crushed. Crushed, I tell you.

Hilary said...

I happen to have some Maker's Mark sitting in my bar. It's not awful.

So would your resolve to drink MM and watch the Olympics be considered a.. rash decision? ;)

Glad you're on the mend.

Clowncar said...

Hil, that is one of the the worst puns I've ever heard. I'm itching to come up with a clever response, but so far cannot.

Hilary said...

Fine, then just scratch that idea. ;)