Eurovision

It's a bit late to be commenting on Saturday's Eurovision Song Contest, but I was busy all day yesterday grading student participation on online forums, helping my wife write an aesthetics exam and fixing my printer. So I'll just say that

• as usual, the winning entry sucked:
• I was surprised that the Greek Britney-clone didn't win, even though she didn't suck as hard as the Russians;
• the Turkish entry by Mor ve Ötesi was excellent;
• they should have a special "Spirit of Eurovision" prize, which should have gone to those Baltic pirates;
• just like last year, the former Yugoslav countries all voted for each other, which makes you wonder why they bothered splitting up Yugoslavia in the first place—as the poet Atilla the Stockbroker said, a lot of politicians should have "Tito was right" branded on their foreheads.

The contest must have imprinted itself on my subconscious, since I've just woken up after a dream in which our very own rodneyorpheus was performing at Eurovision and blowing everyone away with multilingual techno-metal. The only thing that wasn't quite right was his hair, which made him look like one of the Goth kids from South Park.