The new Nike advert has a brief shot of Roger kicking a football with bare feet. It always makes me giggle. ^__^ *pets him*
However the plotbunnies are killing me today. I was watching Rafa's live scores earlier (YAY Rafa! *snuggles him*) and contemplating that although Ferrero is sweet, I'd have been upset if he won because he's not part of our little fic group. Half asleep this morning, the best word I could come up with to describe our 'group' was pantheon, which then led me back to classics, which concluded in a plotbunny gleefully pouncing on me. Said plotbunny? Tennis players as Greek gods. I was not impressed with how amusing my muses seemed to find it.
Not to mention my Roger muse loves the idea of getting to throw thunderbolts. *woe*
Dammit I need to go write fic. Back later.
Clo
However the plotbunnies are killing me today. I was watching Rafa's live scores earlier (YAY Rafa! *snuggles him*) and contemplating that although Ferrero is sweet, I'd have been upset if he won because he's not part of our little fic group. Half asleep this morning, the best word I could come up with to describe our 'group' was pantheon, which then led me back to classics, which concluded in a plotbunny gleefully pouncing on me. Said plotbunny? Tennis players as Greek gods. I was not impressed with how amusing my muses seemed to find it.
Not to mention my Roger muse loves the idea of getting to throw thunderbolts. *woe*
Dammit I need to go write fic. Back later.
Clo