Do you come from the land down under? Where women glow and men plunder?

As Grand Slams go, the Australian Open was pretty typical, though it had choice moments of amusement.  I'm not going to say it was some kind of great emotional rollercoaster either.  Hell, even Federer didn't cry.  Serena certainly didn't, and Henin seemed almost happy-to-be-there.  Okay, Murray was kind of sad, but he'll get over it.  The theme song for this tournament should have been "Down Under" by Men At Work, not the melodramatic "All The Right Moves" by One Republic.

Fucking stayed up until 6 A.M. this morning to finish watching the men's final though.  I took a power nap between 11 p.m. and 2:30 a.m., and at first I was like soooo asleep, but pretty soon I was having tension-ulcers and had to switch between the final and two really wretched horror movies, The Haunting and 5ive Girls.  Please do not watch either; watch tennis instead. 

 

( I said, do you speak-a my language? He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich. )