Today is Sunday...

It's Sunday and almost 5PM.  I can feel the weekend slipping away, way too fast.

I hate this feeling.

Oprah Won't Let The Olympics Die

I'm fairly proud of my concierge skills, but even I don't think I could have pulled this off.  Somehow, Oprah got practically the entire US Olympic Team to come to Chicago.  When I saw the preview on my DVR, I thought it would just be the superstars like Michael Phelps, Nastia Liukin, or  Kobe Bryant.  But Oprah, of course, would never settle just for the big names.  She freaking brought EVERYONE.  Judo, Shooting, Cycling, Sailing, Equestrian, you name it, she had them there.  She even brought the bowlers, which actually I didn't even know was an Olympic Sport.

Oprah, of course, also took over Millennium Park, like only Oprah can and made a huge spectacle.  Leave it to Oprah to bring the Olympics BAAAAACCCCKKKK.

But she did forget one detail.  She forgot to tell the swimmers to leave their shirts at home.

I Know I'm Not Dumb But Geez

I was sitting on the S Shuttle today on my way home from a long day of work, when I noticed this guy sitting across from me, furiously and intently working on a Rubik's Cube.

Whoa, Rubik's Cube? It's back??? I swear, I never could get the hang of solving that thing and never really tried after a few turns. I was more the type who would do a few turns and then throw it against the wall and go outside to do something much more constructive.

But geez, this guy was working on his Rubik's Cube, like his life depended on it. And by the end of the ride, which is about as long as a Donna Summer song (I know this, thanks to the woman who brings her boombox on to the S and sings "On The Radio" and "Last Dance" to entertain us all), he had solved the whole thing!

It was like watching Rain Man.