It still troubles me. Two thousand eight men pounding drums in perfect unison to start the Olympics. Perfect unison! That's like 670 Blue Man Groups, with the lights and the pounding and the music and all. Imagine what they could do with marshmallows. Or Jello.
And all of them smilng the same smile.The announcer remarked that they were instructed to smile so as not to seem menacing. Nice guess, Howard. It only gave the whole spectacle a further frightening touch of the Samurai Stepford Wives. And you gotta know that was no mistake.Just ask the Ghostface Killah --- Wu Tang Clan ain't nothing to fuck with.
So I should consider myself lucky. I suppose I can live with a worst case scenario. But would you please call the desk and request a better venue?
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