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Haven’t watched an Olympic opening ceremony in years. Maybe since the 70’s? Who knows. But it was on, and I was enamored by the dancing (well…sliding) cows. And the sign-bearers in Alps-Skirts. And the disco music that accompanied the athletes’ parade.

It was very…European, in a Dieter-like way.

And now—we dance!

Okay, okay. The skier made of people was pretty nifty. I’ll give you that.

I will say that that for the first part, when Thor or whoever was striking the metal, the baby stood, mesmerized, in front of the television. He never watches television. I can’t imagine what that means.