I would have been intimidated.

As far as I could tell the initial call was a total non-call, and I can see Serena getting upset about it, but that in no way excuses verbal abuse.

I just found that I actually had it on tape, and that's exactly what McEnroe was saying. Also that Clijsters was clearly beating her, but who wants to win like that?

Happy Birthday Billytea!

Mazel Tov, Nilly!

I am really tired of the asshat that I have to work with today. For whatever reason, we're the only two at the theatre tonight (there should be three). First, he walks up to me and says "the chairs in my theatre are all screwed up." and I said "well, aren't you going to fix them?" He says "well, they're missing numbers and out of order and stuff. I'll just tell the ushers not to pay attention to the numbers and count"

Then he says "one of the ushers asked me what the dress code is. I said that I didn't know" (he's worked here for at least 6 months). Now, he's downstairs at the box office flirting with the girl who works here. so, if something happens that i have to deal with, the lobby is empty. Which is not really a big deal, but since we tend to have patrons wandering about who need direction (or to be told not to go into closed doors), it's a tiny issue.

So did anyone else catch the end of the Federer-Djokovic match? What a shot!

So we took the kids to 9 today. Definitely not light and fluffy, but we knew that going in and I think that allowed us to enjoy it immensely. As opposed to one of my friends who took her kids and they all hated it-- she called it tripe. I think she's nuts, but that's okay, we have wildly divergent tastes in movies as a general rule.

I think ultimately, the thing I enjoyed the most about it was the aftermath when, on the way home, we got into a pretty in-depth discussion with the kids about themes and meanings and symbolism.

Am I being a monumental egotist if I say I have some pretty freaking amazing kids? I really do love just talking to them.

I did, Burrell. Pretty awesome.

Yes, it was awesome.

I'm mad I missed Del Potro-Nadal. This last weekend of Tennis viewing has been most confusing. . . and in order to make sure I can see the women's final, I had to tivo the second showing of Mad Men.

So there is a Situation in my new apartment building. Remember the guy who was playing loud music at odd hours? Well, I talked to him and asked him to stop playing loud music after 10:00 PM. Which he's done - he's been very nice about it and to me. But he sometimes makes odd, loud noises in the middle of the night. Like loud banging (door slamming?) and loud moaning/weird vocalizations and what-not. Usually just for a minute at a time, so I wake up thinking, "What was that?" and it's quiet again. For example, last night I woke up to what sounded like a cymbal being dropped down a flight of stairs. With the moaning and other odd vocalizations, I don't know what it could be besides some mental illness? But he sounds fine when I talk to him. (I see him around the building and neighborhood a lot.)

But there's another guy on my floor who's really angry at Peter (they guy below me) - he's been ranting about Peter being a psycho because of the noise. Also, Peter's dog is old and sick and today the dog defecated in the stairwell. So the guy just called the cops on Peter because of the noise. I left to go to the cafe half a block away and Peter followed me. Peter apologized to me, explaining that the guy hates him because of Peter's music.

I don't get it. So far I haven't asked Peter why he makes the odd loud noises and vocalizations at night. But so far that hasn't bothered me that much, like his loud music did (I tend to be a deep sleeper once I'm asleep).

Oh, and this is unrelated, but the angry guy said when he first saw me, I scowled at him. Obviously I didn't intentionally scowl at him, but sometimes people just read me wrong, and sometimes I apparently give people odd looks even though I don't mean to. Anyway, the guy's not mad at me for scowling at him.

edits for clarity.

Good lord, tommyrot. That's a lot of interpersonal drama. I've lived here five years, and know two neighbors' names!

Speaking of interpersonal drama, I just saw a 60 Minutes piece on the end of Guiding Light. Sad!