What, I say, what was up with the thousand brides wandering around at the end of the Olympic Ceremony. The problem with not having commentary is that I’ve got no idea what they thought that would represent, or what the seemingly random burlesque/clown/royal court was about.

Okay…and now there’s someone dancing in what gives every appearance of being a carpet. Why?

Rob thinks it’s all to drive people out of the stadium. I suspect that it’s perhaps a dadaist choreographer–find order in random chaos.

Oh wait, it’s not a dancing carpet. It’s a dancing playing card. I’m going to bed now.