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After waking up to astonish's post on Andy this morning, I was feeling cheerful. Sleeping on it hadn't really left me less confused but then she got it exactly and yeah, everyone gets frustrated, why shouldn't Andy? Mulled it over and concluded, the words actually leaving my mouth without me touching wood, "If everyone was like Roger, we'd all have died of boredom by now."

That was not permission for Roger to be less like... well, Roger. Most. Emphatically. Not. Losing the first set? Baghdatis is playing well, brilliant, but this is Roger, in a Slam final. This isn't Andy who can be the best and worst player to watch ever, usually all in the space of one match; this is Roger who just doubled faulted to give Baghdatis a break point. AND JUST GOT BROKEN.

THE SKY IS FALLING.

edit: Also, my take on the latest in the Andy saga? I think it explains more than it doesn't. Andy called the tournament director, asked if they had wild cards which they didn't, jokingly said something along the lines of "Any space in the qualies?", got a yes, said "Hhhm" and then went to Dean with the "hey why don't I play qualies?" Dean looked at him like he'd gone crazy, but Andy was on a roll by then and flattened any objections. They got out there to have a look around, Dean just waiting for the steam to run out of Andy's enthusiasm, only to find the press had exploded on them and suddenly the whole world was screaming "THE SKY IS FALLING (hey, deja-vu Roger *glares*} ANDY RODDICK IS PLAYING QUALIFIERS, HUMAN SACRIFICE, CATS AND DOGS LIVING TOGETHER, MASS HYSTERIA..." etc. To which Andy said "..." (That's the sound of the steam running out of enthusiasm by the way) and realised um, actually it'd been one of those ideas that seemed good at the time, and promptly backed out before it got any more crazy. And that nasty little article up there is why I react violently every time anyone suggests me going into journalism. This is Andy okay? The guy who gave away a match point last year because he knew it'd been out and he wouldn't accept winning like that? The guy who never, ever whines in his press conferences (unless it is of course, understandably, about the press themselves)? The guy who gets the worst shit in the world from the press, with perhaps the exception of poor Henman and we're sitting here, agreeing with the vultures who are the ones constantly giving him that shit? It was one little idea that got blown out of all proportion! My flatmate decided her and a friend should go to Canada for a week this January, they found a hotel, found flights, found the money - and did they go? Did they hell, because it was one of those silly little ideas that are never really on the cards. Only the difference for them is that it didn't get splashed all over the national press.

All that article shows is that there are some complete and utter cockroaches among the press who don't when, to steal the words from the mouth of another blond guy who wasn't afraid to speak his mind, to shut the hell up.

Roger, if you lose this set I will feed you piece by piece to the koalas. I kid you not.

"Don’t tell me what you believe, 'cause you won’t be there to catch me when I fall..."

Mmmmm, I am liking 3 Doors Down you know. I love my illegal student network. :)

Roger tore me into tiny pieces with his not-speech this morning. I was curled so tight on the chair, hugging my knees because I had to hug something, that -- when I finally had to get up and walk away from the TV before he started me crying -- it was actually difficult to move. How could the people standing on that court resist the urge to hug him? I was practically hugging the *TV*. My commentators must have hearts of stone because they could still calmly comment on it but apparently he had the Italian commentators in tears. Oh Roger. Never be anyone other than you.

Baghdatis's done it. I saw his goofy grin when he was giving his speech and he was cracking jokes and just so *likeable* and I can't hate him. Not even a little bit, not even for beating Andy. My Cypriot flatmate came to see me earlier, having watched the Cypriot news, and said the Cyprus government are going to give him something like £150,000 because he had no support as a junior and the place where he trained in France only loaned him the money for his tuition on the condition he paid it back when -- if -- he became a good enough player. It's unbelievably sweet how Cyprus seems to have turned out en-masse to support him and I hope we see more of him. Not that there's much doubt about that; he played so *well* in those first couple of sets.

And, in my most shocking news of today, I learned just how easy it is to spill a cup of coffee when a former-and-soon-to-be-again-flatmate you thought was on the other side of the world rings the doorbell and says "Surprise!" when you open the door. (Very easy. Thankfully our carpet seems some miraculous shade of blue that doesn't show coffee stains.) I may have to wreak some Grate and Terrible Revenge on wolves8 for *knowing* and not *telling* me but mainly I'm with the squee right now and revenge can wait till later. Best. Moment. Ever. And she's here for two weeks! And she was in the bloody country when I was talking to her on MSN a week ago and really, there has to be revenge for this some time. Once the squee wears off.

Which may take a while. Hee. Awesomeness.

Oh wow do I need food. Bagels really don't go all that far.

edit: Also? Today has been the bizarrest mix of squee mixed with repeatedly hitting my head on my desk. Crikey. I couldn't have gone more up and down if I'd been a sodding yo-yo. Like now.

*headdesk*

edit: On reflection, I think I need to add a *sigh* to that.

edit: And an "I'm going away again now". Just when you think it's safe to go back in the water to go back to LJ... IT ISN'T. *hums the Jaws theme tune* ;)

Can we not just agree not to talk about this anymore? Please? I like LJ. I've had such a good day, what should've been the best day of the year. Can we please just agree that we all disagree -- for example I don't like Nalbandian, other people do, this is a fact and I've accepted it. So what? All I have to do is not read posts and fic about him and it's okay, instant happiness -- and let the waters settle? Please?

I'm going away for food and to at least *start* my creative writing for tomorrow. Will it be safe to come back to LJ after that? Hell, if the repression way isn't going to work, fine everyone have a rant. Get it out, scream at each other, throw some vases -- at me too, if I've pissed anyone off today -- just do SOMETHING so we can wake up to a shiny new day tomorrow and be over it.

My fingers are twitching to type "HIT ME WITH THOSE VASES, YO." And they did. I don't believe it.

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I'm not smiling right now. Really. Honest. Not giggling in the least. Nope. (It's so much easier to lie about these things through a computer where no one can see you. ;) )

Come on fandom. Please. We really cannot be taking ourselves this seriously. I give up, I quit, yes I overreacted and now I'm going to giggle at the insanity of it all and wonder how on earth we haven't ended up on fandom_wank yet. See the funny side. Trust me, it's worth looking for.

We have to be the smallest, bizarrest, most friendly-yet-drama-and-snark-filled fandom ever.

edit: I give up on today. I... I don't think I can cope anymore. It's... it's just been one of those days that defies explanation and, looking back, feels like a hundred million years long. I don't even know where I started to go wrong, or if I did, or how or why or just...

I'm going to bed before I end up like Roger this morning.