johnny takes on the world

i guess sofia is pretty persuasive, cause she somehow convinced me to liveblog the olympics for her no-tv, vegan, vermontian, kombucha-drinkin, hippie ass. forewarning: if johnny doesn't medal, imma be pissed.

paczki/Johnny Weir day

recently, while watching olympic men's figure skating with my pal zina, i discovered a new favorite personality dichotomy (the old favorite being the there are two kinds of people in the world: ones who will smoke a joint up until they can't hold it comfortably and ones who will smoke that sucker until their fingertips burn divide). after brian joubert ate shit during the men's short program, i got pretty impassioned about how horrible it would be to get to the olympics and then eff up. in contrast, zina got all excited about the prospect of just hanging out in the olympic village, and when i supplied her with the name "michael jordan" as an olympian (not sure why), she explained "i don't want to be michael jordan, i just wanna be fifteen feet from him." for most of us, the olympics aren't about dreaming of greatness or winning that gold medal... they're about feeling like you know weirdly athletic, quasi-famous people. luckily, these winter olympics have something for e'erybody. the powers that be know we can't all be lindsey vonn fans (cause she's lame as hell), so they gave us two beautiful boys: my new gay best friend and my first non-gay boyfriend...














johnny weir and shaun white make these cold february nights just a little bit warmer.















johnny is the best thing that has ever happened to figure skating. watch "pop star on ice" and let yourself drift towards johnny like a moth to the flame.















shaun is the most prolific snowboarder of all time. and before he went for his second run last night, the expletive-ridden conversation he had on live tv was awesome- "stomp the shit out of that thing," bro.

well-deserved, mr. mctwist 1260

and tonight's the night for you, baby boy... let's make some dreams come true