I don’t know why, but people get super excited about the Olympic mascots. I’ve written about them before— and here I am again. So move over, 1996 Atlanta mascot Izzy. Move over, Fuwa, the 2008 Beijing mascots. Ladies and Gentlemen, the new Olympic gold medal winners of fug: Wenlock and Mandeville, the official mascots of the 2012 London Olympic games. Feast your eyes on these!
Yikes! You might be asking yourself, “What the friggity frig are those?” The article from the Guardian does its best to explain:
The pair are based on a short story by children’s author Michael Morpurgo that tells how they were fashioned from droplets of the steel used to build the Olympic stadium.
Droplets of steel, you say? Well, alright. How… abstract.
Maybe it’s because I’m 24 now (wahhhh) and an old lady, but I don’t really understand the necessity for these new-fangled Olympic mascots. Is the torch not enough for us? If you think I’m wrong, please let me know. Maybe I’m the only one that fails to see the value in a duo of one-eyed, flippered, Nickelodeon-show-reject, don’t-look-if-you-have-epilepsy monstrosities.
Consider your dreams haunted, readership! You’re welcome!
In other news, guess what? Today is Wednesday, which means tomorrow is Thursday, and that’s the day before Friday! Huzzah!
[Posted by Kathleen]