Monday

[louiselux]

Snow! Snow! It is the end times! All public transport in the south of England has ceased under the burden of five centimetres of cursed snow!

Not that I am complaining. It's pretty and I get to stay at home and work.

I watched the second episode of Being Human last night - it's still not completely lame and I'm enjoying it a lot. Catch it if you can.

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I'm still not over the tennis dramas of yesterday, not really. It keeps ringing around my head and I keep thinking about Roger - there is a person with so many expectations heaped on him, so many that I feel like his life is all bent out of shape from the vast pressure of them. Part of the joy of watching someone achieve at the highest level is that they are making a rare and almost impossible dream come true for themselves and for everyone watching. Watching them fail to do that is-- well, it is heartbreaking.

I wish I could stop thinking about this. I don't know why I care so much, but I do. It's only tennis, right?

Comments

[puddingcat.livejournal.com]

I watched the last half of the match and felt awful for him. I hate seeing someone who's been built up to appear "perfect" fail; he has so much to live up to, that he's bound to fall short at times, and it's somehow really shocking when it happens.

The interaction between the two of them is amazing, isn't it? It was interesting how the commentators call them "Rafa" and "Federer" - regardless of who wins, Roger's earned tat bit extra respect!