January 12, 2002

Saturday Morning

Ah... there's no better way to start out a quiet weekend than plopping all the rechargeable batteries and toys into their chargers.

A blast of Santa Anas has rendered the sky crystal clear. The desert wind wrings all the moisture out of the sky and turns people into Chap Stick addicts. It also raises the temperature by about 15 degrees over the usual winter temperatures, so I had a good excuse to go down to Peet's Coffee, add twenty bucks to my Peet's cash card, and get the most expensive drink on the menu for free, which happens to be their Mocha Freddo ice blended drink. I could've gone for the Xtra-Large Mocha, I suppose, but a triple-shot of espresso isn't exactly the road to relaxation. Picked up half a pound of Major Dick's Blend, too. I keep meaning to try the Holiday Blend, but my coffee-buying schedule never quite syncs up right with the holidays.

Now I can vegetate in front of the TV for the rest of the day. Of all the cruel consequences of 9-11, this is probably the most insignificant. Nevertheless, with the cancellation of that week's NFL games, the playoffs were pushed back one week, thus putting ABC's slate of wild-card playoff games this weekend instead of last. They had planned to milk their own NFL games for all they were worth, then counterprogram the other networks' football coverage this week with the U.S. Figure Skating Championships, which is a big deal (if you care about figure skating) because the U.S. Championships were act as the Olympic trials. Unfortunately, with the schedule changes, the 800-pound gorilla that is the NFL now gets the prime-time coverage on ABC, and the figure skating is relegated to the god-forsaken cable hell known as the ABC Family Channel. They can't even put it on ESPN because they have to run their NFL pre/post game coverage.

Oh well, it's hard for me to watch figure skating nowadays. Even with all the leggy teenage girls in sequins, it's just not fun to watch a sport where the winner is determined by who doesn't fail, i.e. fall on their ass. It really is like watching a car wreck about to happen. Of course, I can watch the NFL games and it's like a car wreck on every play. And what's wrong with watching car wrecks anyway?

Posted by mikewang on 10:47 AM