Xander ,'Dirty Girls'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Hee--Rachel Maddow just equated the length of the unending Wimbledon match today with "watching the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy and you can start reading The Hobbit in less time...Tomorrow, all one player has to do is to win two straight games over the other. And then retire. Or maybe, get married. After all, a perfect match doesn't come along every day!"
Oh, and remember today's talk about thigh holsters? The Flick Filosopher waxes lustfully over them.
Offtopic, but fell asleep, head on keyboard. Had one of my weird dreams:
Spooky dream creature: "One question. I'll answer one question".
Me: "So: what's the scoop on the afterlife?"
Spooky Dream Creature: "Reincarnation. The fundamental secret of the universe is that there's never time to do it right, but always time to do it over.
You know, if you'd thought to ask for lottery numbers that would have done you more good".
Me: "You expect me to have good judgment in my sleep?"
I dunno, shouldn't these dreams be going to someone who uses exotic drugs, or someone deeply spiritual or something?
Oh, thigh holsters! Whoo, that was a lot of hot there.
Hee. I like your weird dreams, Typo. I also like that your dream spirit guides snark at you.
I have very little in the way of rational conversation to contribute because I am all ! over my beloved Mark being back on my screen over at SYTYCD. This show is nuts, y'all.
Aargh. Insomnia attack. Stabbity stabbity. Switch off, brain, switch off.
For everybody who enjoyed the Guardian's live blog of the recordbreaking tennis match yesterday - it's the same spirit behind the captions to this picture gallery (the writer isn't credited but it could be Mr. Brooks):
Jack Abramoff now working at a pizzeria in Baltimore. [link]
Fivethirtyeight addresses Australia's change of leadership: [link]
The sky is this freaky bright yellow to the East now.
It was so bizarre last night. Clear and sunny now though.
The Queen is visiting Wimbledon today. The liveblogger may be no Xan Brooks, but he's trying:
If she sticks to the schedule, Her Majesty will be arriving right this second, taking lunch at Midday in the club house, head to the Royal box at 1pm and watch an hour and a half of Andy Murray's match against Jarkko Nieminen before leaving "at an appropriate time". Presumably she means to be away before the zombies return - can you imagine the chaos that would ensue if she got bitten and we wound up with an undead monarch?
It doesn't have quite the same tone of exhausted delirium.
I've been puzzling on how one pronounces Xan. Are we doing the X for christ thing? Christan?