February 28, 1994

Today would be the last day of February, a month which set a record for February snowfall in the Chicago area. Tomorrow is March 1st, a day which besides being Ian E. Kinc@id's 16th birthday, is also Stacie's & my fourth monthaversary since there is no 29th of February (this is not a leap year, folks, although there was recently an Olympics, which concluded yesterday, in Lillehammer, Norway. Maybe, since we have not really discussed this international event, we could do a little examination so that my readers don't think that I have completely blown off this worldwide spectacle. FIGURE SKATING! Here is the final standings:

(GOLD) Oksana Baiul, UKRAINE
(SILVER) Nancy Kerrigan, USA
(BRONZE) Chen Lu, CHINA

Our blessed little sweetheart Tonya Harding ("That would be TONE-YA Harding," says Mark Elli0tt, native Kansan and dinner party host of mine this past Saturday. But of course Michel the Frenchman would probably pronounce it as such anyway because of his thick French accent. And Yolanda's voice was so smoker-like that ... well, she probably said TAHN-YA, too, but I really have no preference. Personally, I feel that if she (Harding) says "TAHNYA" then that's how its pronounced. I mean, that's what her parents named her; she's not an orphan like Oksana Baiul, the anorexic crying ballerina from the Ukraine, who probably wouldn't know whether her name is OK-sana or OKE-sana because her parents like died in a plane crash or something.) finished 8th because of the WORN SHOELACE INCIDENT. Boo-hoo. Then the Canadian girl had to skate. Canada's cool. I wish they won in something. I mean, like in short track or something, roller derby on ice. More Olympic coverage later.) So that's the way it is.
JMC 1:15 pm