Quite a day....
Jun. 23rd, 2010 08:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogAn earthquake in Upstate New York, Vermont and eastern Canada. Nobody hurt and little if anything was damaged, now six hours after the events thereof, but we're not used to this kind of thing;)
The biggest stories on the American sports pages today were about soccer and tennis. It may be another century before you hear me say THAT again. In World Cup, it was America, fuck yeah!, advancing to the Sweet Sixteen or whatever it's called. Meanwhile, at Wimbledon, there was a positively epic set between John Isner and Nicolas Mahut. They split the first four sets, but the fifth requires the winner to win by two games, and neither has gotten two past the other for 118 games, and it's STILL tied 59-59 until they start again in the morning.
And even that didn't get as much coverage as the audio of former player, now ESPN commentator, Pam Shriver getting called out by one of the men on the court for criticising his play during one of his matches:
It's a good thing she wasn't covering the match between Angus Podgorny and giant blancmange on Court Three, or things might've gotten REALLY ugly over there.
Things just kept piling up on top of other things today; the radio broke into regular programming a little after 1:30 to cover Obama's sacking of the loose-lipped general (who is being hailed on the right as some kind of right-talking hero, whereas when the generals disagreed with Bush, they, of course, were treasonous rogues for failing to shut up and follow the Decider). Then, the national bulletin got broken into by the local coverage of the quake. National pundits were running out to UB to cover the story from the earthquake center they have there (which never quite seemed to be the highest and best use of federal funds until, oh, about now), and I'm just glad it hit today and not in the middle of Emily's road test tomorrow.
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Amidst all that, I did virtually nothing other than catch up. Got billing and bank accounts under control; had one five-minute appointment with a client who didn't even remember my name and from whom I made all of five bucks for seeing; and hauled all of the weekend's foliage out to the curb. On a sticky, shaky day, that's plenty.
As they say in tennis, love-love.
The biggest stories on the American sports pages today were about soccer and tennis. It may be another century before you hear me say THAT again. In World Cup, it was America, fuck yeah!, advancing to the Sweet Sixteen or whatever it's called. Meanwhile, at Wimbledon, there was a positively epic set between John Isner and Nicolas Mahut. They split the first four sets, but the fifth requires the winner to win by two games, and neither has gotten two past the other for 118 games, and it's STILL tied 59-59 until they start again in the morning.
And even that didn't get as much coverage as the audio of former player, now ESPN commentator, Pam Shriver getting called out by one of the men on the court for criticising his play during one of his matches:
It's a good thing she wasn't covering the match between Angus Podgorny and giant blancmange on Court Three, or things might've gotten REALLY ugly over there.
Things just kept piling up on top of other things today; the radio broke into regular programming a little after 1:30 to cover Obama's sacking of the loose-lipped general (who is being hailed on the right as some kind of right-talking hero, whereas when the generals disagreed with Bush, they, of course, were treasonous rogues for failing to shut up and follow the Decider). Then, the national bulletin got broken into by the local coverage of the quake. National pundits were running out to UB to cover the story from the earthquake center they have there (which never quite seemed to be the highest and best use of federal funds until, oh, about now), and I'm just glad it hit today and not in the middle of Emily's road test tomorrow.
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Amidst all that, I did virtually nothing other than catch up. Got billing and bank accounts under control; had one five-minute appointment with a client who didn't even remember my name and from whom I made all of five bucks for seeing; and hauled all of the weekend's foliage out to the curb. On a sticky, shaky day, that's plenty.
As they say in tennis, love-love.