Quite possibly the worst smell ever. No, it's not poo. It's the smell that permeates the room when a spatula has fallen from the top rack of the dishwasher onto the heating coils below.

These days, it's increasingly difficult to remain blissfully ignorant. I'm speaking, of course, about the Olympics. More specifically, the problems involved in trying to watch the Olympics at night when all day long, it seems that you can't escape finding out the results before they air on TV. At least NBC-- the network broadcasting the games-- gives a spoilers warning on the nightly news. But you can't count on the same courtesy from, say, the Washington Post online or the local news. Somehow, I will find a solution to wanting to my dilemma: separating the general news from the Olympics news.