So, the number one Olympic star for Canada, Perdita Felicien, came to nothing yesterday. Everyone was freaked, most understandaly Perdita herself. That same day, Canadian athletes won a gold and silver medal. I have no idea who those people are. In all honesty, I don't really care for the Olympics much either. But I knew who Perdita Felicien is.
In Toronto, where I live, a massive campaign for Nike put her face all over the subway system. This lady was gonna win. During Olympic coverage the CBC interviewed her non-stop. The interviewers were so cocky, "you're going to win, Perdita, how does it feel?" She was always so awesome in those interviews. Her number one rival, the American, even ripped her leg up, and had to sit out of the finals. The gold was Perdita's, no problem. O, Canada!

And then she fell on the first hurdle.

No doubt, the lady is dissapointed. That sucks. But somewhere in my head, it seems almost cooler that she stumbled. Here is an athlete, the acknowledged WORLD CHAMPION, and no one really knew or cared about her until we thought she couldn bring us home the gold, and maybe sell some athletic gear along the way. Canada is notorious for underfunding its athletes, so it's pretty likely that she spends non-olympic years not only in relative obscurity, but relative poverty as well. Then, all of a sudden, there was pressure, not from coaches or parents, but a whole damned country, who didn't even know who she was until the beggining of this month.

So, maybe the stumble was some kind of subconcious kiss off to all of us. She really is still the world champion, her numberone rival was out of the race, and the Olympics are a big circus anyways. If I was her I'd cry for the cameras and laugh all the way home. This time next year, people will still remeber Perdita Felicien, but probably won't even know whihc sports we won our gold medals in, let alone who won them.

Isn't that strange?

I updated my website. There is a movie up now, soon there will be new drawings, too.

This here is a still from my movie. It's a bit old, and I just transfered it from VHS, so it is of a distinctly worn-out quality. I must admit, I sort of like the strange colors that come from bad lighting and cheap, old videotape. I went to go see people's old home movies with Amy today, and I thought they were all beautiful. Bad to non-existent sound, but with lovely unreal colors and long meditative shots. I forgot how easy it is to make movies.

I like my cat's face a lot. It is so cute to me. It would be less cute if it were made out of something like iron, or sillicon. But no, her face is made out of fur and carbon and water, and whatever that stuff is that comes out of her eye. Her face is quite kissable. I just kissed it now. She blinked.

I wish I had a picture to show you, but I don't.

Oh boy, I made $20 today selling a doll, then I spent all that money on comic books and beer. I wish I had a picture of it to show you, but I don't.

In the meantime, here is another vacation memory.

The picture is of me, right before the solstice party on Solomon's Dome in Dawson City, Yukon. A few days earlier, I had barfed and shat bile for 2 days as the result of the stomach flu I had contracted cleaning up other peoples bilous fluids in my heady and glamourous job as a Chamber Maid.

That, coupled with my pre-paycheque diet of canned pineapple, chickpeas and foraged plantlife, resulted in the skelleton costume being more of a sad commentary on my situation than intended.

I did not realise how much until after I saw the picture.

Dammit.