Olympics

      So I was considering doing a post on the formula for speed dating, or my escapades through Cambridge with two Scottish men and a hipster bartender, but I fear you'd probably get a bit bored, and they really are the kind of stories that work best a single line, to encourage mystery. So instead I'm going to talk about why the Olympics aren't really that great. I would have done this during the Olympics, but I'll probably be spending too much time enjoying them to be a hypocrite.
      So, the Olympics, while not exactly awful in all respects, are a tad dull and not really very nice. They foster the idea that accomplishments are all or nothing, you're either the best in the world or you've wasted your time. The types of accomplishments, while difficult, are actually useless. The ability to run fast is not helping anyone and, more importantly, it's bloody boring to watch. It's impressive, it's just nine seconds of a guy running fast is hardly entertainment at its finest. Although I think if we had brought back tug of war that it would be worth watching.
      In retrospect, the speed dating formula would probably be more interesting as a post.