So the Vancouver Winter Olympics start tonight, and, awful incidents aside, I am pretty fucking excited. What's that? The Winter games suck? Can't hold a candle to the Summer? Well, Nancy Naysayer, I beg to differ.

NYT Magazine recently probed the psyche of YouTube's falling figure skater meme, and a commenter pointed us to hobby animators' CGI snuff films. Among a cornucopia of cyber-Schadenfreude, which describes your innermost desires, fears, or fetishes? Let us analyze.

Be Good Johnny Weir, a peculiarly thoughtful new documentary series about be-spangled Olympic figure skater Johnny Weir, premiered on the Sundance Channel last night and we gave it a watch. And you know what? The kid's all right.

Johnny Weir—the most fierce, fabulous, awesome professional figure skater ever even long before he stuck a mean triple-axel in an interpretive skating routine of Lady Gaga's "Poker Face"—is getting a TV show. One word: GIRL. This...is greatness:

Figure skater Evan Lysacek has already edged out rival Johnny Weir for the men's U.S. Figure Skating Championships, and Weir has already followed up with an interview in which he said, "I respect Evan as an athlete, but as a person I don’t really like him... There’s nothing special about him to me. We would never be friends." But nothing in the catty rivalry quite matches the quietly seething, passive-aggressive escalation of bitchdom in the following face-off interview, aired just before the championship match and replete with backhanded compliments, subtle digs and averted eyes. Video and a brief passive-agressiveness tour after the jump.