I’m trying to follow Roman Å ebrle in the Olympic decathlon from work, but without a TV, all I can get are these dumb “on-line” reports, which update about as frequently as some Prague bloggers I know.

Just like with those bloggers, though, I keep hitting the “reload” button like a ferret on pervitin, in hopes that it’ll bring about some new news. And in case you’re wondering, I’m one of those people that presses the elevator and crosswalk buttons eighty kajillion times too.