Random: Non amo te, Sabidi

Watching sports occasionally reminds me that I am not as highly evolved a human being as I'd like to think I am. Current example: I could barely stand to be in the same room as the television while Evgeni Plushenko performed his short program last night. I'd thought figure skating was finally rid of him after Torino, but no -- he had to come back to annoy me again. Tom Brown's dislike of Doctor Fell is as nothing to my antipathy for Plushenko. I despise his style. I loathe his cockiness. I'd cheerfully trip him with his own imaginary sword (oopsie!). A competitive final is always more interesting than a coronation, but man, do I hope Lysacek and/or Takahashi leaves Mr. Crossover-Crossover-Crossover-JUMP-Crossover-Crossover-Crossover-JUMP! in the dust.

Other notes: Stephane Lambiel still spins like a top and I love him for it. Great to see Takahashi Daisuke peaking now after a season full of wobbles; hope he can sustain the momentum in his long. Jeremy Abbot, sadly, seems to have peaked too soon -- his current short program is one of my all-time favorites and I was looking forward to seeing him perform it well again. The representatives of the next wave -- Amodio, Kozuka, Brezina -- give me hope for the future of the sport. And if somebody hadn't already been planning to cast Evan Lysacek as Rothbart in the next Swan Lake on Ice, they should be now. :-)

So I'm ready for Thursday (and particularly for Oda Nobunari's Chaplin medley, another favorite among this year's programs) and the downfall of Plushenko medal round. Then maybe Plushenko will retire for good and I can feel evolved again.