Great rejection letters

“The thief, Black Leaf, did not find the poison trap, and I declare her dead.”

Relive the horror.

I’ve often wondered if it would be possible to even return a tennis pro’s serve. Apparently this guy can, but winning a point is another matter:

It isn’t the speed of Tripp’s groundstrokes that impresses me; it isn’t his pace or serve. It’s his consistency. He places the ball where-even if I get to it-I’m so compromised that my legs are jelly and-if I do manage to return it-the ball just lilts over the net. He makes no errors. None.

David Harvey, famous Marxist geographer, with a brilliantly animated explanation of the economic crisis. Very clever way to keep lazy people like me watching/listening/thinking.

Wouldn’t it be fun to be passionate enough to hate a font.

The brain is an amazing place.

Why we game:

I enjoy killing dragons. On the internet. This has nothing to do with my real first and last name. This has nothing to do with social awareness. This has everything to do with those amazing internet dragons you have created.

This is so true. Finding an electronic item that works for Grandparents is nigh on impossible.

I was looking for a simple Grandparent radio, which basically had on/off and a few preset station buttons. Very difficult to find - they all have equalisers and flashing lights and small buttons and hard to read text.

Same with a mobile phone: if someone invented a Grandparent Mobile with the ability to dial 5 numbers and that’s it, they’d be laughing. I guess you could make an iPhone/Android app where there were just 5 buttons with people’s names, but even that may be one step too far.

Terrific tense football game - the amazing amazing ball control of Spain met the defensive wall of Germany. Spain dominated possession and chances, but couldn’t put the game away until the 73rd minute thanks to the thumping head of Spanish defensive maestro Puyol. Germany never seemed to really wake up in attack, and were so harried on the ball all game that they never got their flow on.

Other than the Spanish passing, one of the most satisfying things was there wasn’t a foul blown until the 26th minute. And hardly many more for the rest of the game, including a total of zero yellow cards. Both sides either had a gentleman’s agreement not to foul and dive, or the stars just aligned right.

Unfortunately The Netherlands have proven to be the masters of the touch dive, so the Final will probably be less clean, but here’s hoping.

Follow Team Columbia riders in real time via Google. Neato.