in a completely localised sense, of course.
Television viewing has not so much been a "political decision" in this household for a while now as it has been a "weighing up whether we could be bothered against if we are receiving any transmission in viewable format".
I do believe I have blogged previously about the trials and - well, trials - of our great leap forward in in-house entertainment options, (here, here, here, and here) but, on the whole, Sochi has been a GREAT disappointment here in Paradise.
For a start, it has been on what - about a month and a half now? (Settle Pedants, I was using exaggeration for effect there)
You know how you watch the Winter Olympics because you secretly wish to see some spectacular - but safe - crashes? *
Well, thanks to the miracle that is Digital Television, it sort of looks like that most of the time.
You know that the Nanny State has won, when they enforce a technology onto the masses that can create digitalised disasters during this quadrennial banquet of possibility just for me.
Because we know that I wield that sort of power - it may be called paranoia, but that doesn't mean it isn't real...
Anyhow, as I was saying, upon having an internal slugfest in my ethical minefield, I had managed to contort myself to consider it a supportive gesture of those who I wished to support in the whole legalisation of sexuality choices and my personal wintery sportslust by yelling loudly at officials from my living room and "tish"ing when it was mentioned. I even contemplated (seriously) sharing the positive mentions.
Also, given some of the actions by governments around the world of late, I had been doing far too much "tish"ing, and even muttering frowny faces under my breath.
Therefore, I had logiced** that I chose to celebrate participation by sporting lunatics of all genders and persuasions undertaking these events by exercising my right to remote control access.
Therefore, I had logiced** that I chose to celebrate participation by sporting lunatics of all genders and persuasions undertaking these events by exercising my right to remote control access.
Unfortunately, my technological overlords had a few dissenting thoughts about my political stance, and invoked the "not while a Northerly is blowing" clause with our television reception.
It still must amaze the bewildered out there that there is occasion when Paradise gets a bit - um - breezy - who would have gambled on THAT on the coast?
So some bureaucratic ba'tard in the bowels of Digital Television Intelligence is taking great delight, I am sure, in ensuring that the majority of my viewing becomes a complete screen of witness protection.
We have had approximately four days of trouble free Sochi viewing - and you can't count one of them, because I didn't realise it was on.
This meant we got to see a few first rounds of the flying downhill on skis, doing twirly things up to three stories high and landing jumps. That was fun.
No way in the world I would ever do that, though. For a start, look at those hills! The only way I would get from the top to the bottom of any of these hills is very cautiously on my bottom, or as a snowball.
And am I ever glad that it is on too late for Paris to transfix for too long on the "Snow Show" - because if there is one guarantee in her life, and that is her mother will NEVER allow her to catapult herself several stories of Terra Firma, so it is a dream that is best never planted.
We also got a bit of Skeleton and Curling. I understand neither, and one very wicked part of me wonders if any madmen had ever contemplated the entertainment potential of a hybrid sport. There is probably a game app out there already... ***
However - however Mr Northerly came a blowing, thus we will NEVER know what happened in the USA - Russia Ice Hockey match (although V did valiantly attempt to decifer frames of it).
V was an Ice Hockey player in his youth (in Southern California - go figure). Let us such let the blanks speak for themselves in regards to his current view of the successive governments in this forsaken land and their media enhancement choices.
Still, what else is there to do in a small town...
* (Personally, I am still amazed at the fact of snow, so I can look at the idiot box like a guppy usually during such an opportunity.)
** Logicked? Logic-ed? Logericked? Past tense of the verb "to logic" - or have I verbalised a noun here? Help!!
***Games developers - feel free to run with this idea. I am imagining a sort of downhill pinball type situation (add in an element of the Slalom) , is that what is going on in your head?
