surfing

I'm flipping back and forth between Nancy Kerrigan's Halloween on Ice and the Pace Picante Pro-Rodeo Challenge. They are both exceptionally bizare. The audience for Nancy is all old people and children. I don't really understand what she is doing. Obviously, she is ice skating, but I'm not sure if this is supposed to have a plot. There was a poem and then she was a spider and now they're doing some disco thing with lots of pseudo-disco moves randomly thrown in between the usual ice skating flips and lifts. Then there's the rodeo. They're in Omaha, Nebraska. They all wear cowboy hats when they start and lose them two seconds later when the horse or bull starts to buck. Then they snap back and forth like rag dolls until they fall off and almost die. On the plus side, a goodly portion of the rodeo guys are hot. Suicidal and dumb, but hot.

One of the channels has ads for the Army, Wrangler Jeans and George Strait. The other has the movie Chicken Little and Ultimate Love Songs. One of the disks of the Ultimate Love Song collection contains Whitney Houston: Greatest Love Of All * James Taylor: Don't Let Me Be Lonely Tonight * Kenny Rogers With Dolly Parton: Islands In The Stream * Eric Carmen: All By Myself * Barry Manilow: Even Now * Toni Braxton: Unbreak My Heart. Holy shit. That's amazing.

Now they're steer wrestling. They ride out on a horse next to the steer, then they jump off the horse and onto the steer and try to flip it and pin it. Why? I just don't understand.

I should be knitting Chase's scarf. I may see him tomorrow and it's almost a month after his birthday already. I've got about a foot to go. Blah.

Ice skating juggler with skelleton assistants doing his thing to "Bad to the Bone." Nancy Kerrigan as the Zombie Queen to "Killer Queen" by Queen.

Ok, knit.