This is the third time I’ve written this post, and for whatever reason, WordPress refuses to save the draft and when I come back to it later, it’s MIA. It’s the bronze medal post, I guess.

Speaking of bronze medals, how good were Piper Gilles and Paul Poirier in their final performance? Vincent is one of my favourite songs (mostly through the NOFX version, but the Don McLean version is also great, which is what they used).

I’m not a figure skating expert by any means, but I always question the subject nature of the judging.

I mean, France was good, and the Americans technically sound, but Piper and Paul brought actual tears to my eyes. The story, the skill, the moment – I legitimately cried. How the fuck that rated a bronze is beyond me. The Kazakhs were brilliant as well, their high energy performance was head and tails above the eventually top two finishers.

The Americans shouldn’t even have rated. Sure, they were technically perfect, but there was nothing eventually remotely connective about the performance. Nothing about it touched me in any way. Nothing even seemed to be connected to the source material, in which they were were the fourth team to do Romeo and Juliet. The only part that actually seemed to be connected to the story was the ending, in which I’m pretty sure one of them stabbed themselves?

I thought they died by poison?

Anyway, Vincent was the performance of the games, better than any other performance we saw, and we’re very proud. Fuck the judges. Fuck America.

Paul and Piper, you were fucking brilliant – one of the all-time great performances ever at an Olympics.

Target: 1500 words
Written: 1419 words, short story: Ultra Mundane

Read: Catch-22, Joseph Heller
Comics: Fables 156-159
Music: 50 Cent Essentials, 50 Cent