That Joke Really Isn't Funny Anymore

I realize that I spent a whole post talking about sports only a couple of days ago, but being that it is US Open season, I can't help it. I mean, it's not as if my blog has a theme, although I suppose that to have no real theme is a theme in and of itself. I'd actually just finished writing this post, and was all set to publish it, when my archaic 2001 laptop decided it didn't have enough system memory. I knew this was a load of bologna, and in fact code for "We're about to fuck you…bad." HAL, you bastard. Honestly it wasn't that big a deal, but I really have to go and switch cylinders entirely. Have you ever noticed that when you lose something you've written, not only does its quality and importance seem to increase but, to attempt to go back and rehash the same ideas seems empty and shallow. Maybe that's just me because I wander relatively aimlessly from topic to topic (only in my personal writing, I swear) but I always can't help but feel that I simply put it better the first time. I guess I just prefer spontaneity.

Anyway, I was surprised to see the US Open site powered by IBM since, to me, they totally fell off the map with the whole Aptiva thing. You remember those commercials, don't you? "Hello, I'm Aptiva." I'd hunt it down, but I fear another computer meltdown if I attempt to run youtube. Certainly, then, I always connoted computer company success with personal computer sales, but all one need do to realize that is a bunk theory is to remember the name William Gates III. Then you can look for his name on this list. You'll note his buddy Paul Allen none too far down the list himself. But it's not like Michael Dell isn't sitting on a fat pile of cash himself, a better fate than the guy from those idiotic "Dude You're getting a Dell" commercials. The scariest thing about that list, however, is the presence of five Waltons in the top ten. That gives a little insight into one of the things that might be wrong with America.

But enough about that, here's what's wrong with tennis.

Roger Federer, looking like Satan.


That is Roger Federer and he is too good for his own good, or anyone elses for that matter. The thing is, I'm not sold on his being, potentially, the greatest player to ever play the game. I really think that the talent level has fallen off from where it was in the 90s and that, while there is no doubt Federer is excellent, every other tennis great in history had a nemesis or two. The closest thing for Federer is Nadal and while the last Wimbledon was actually somewhat close, outside of clay, Federer still pretty much runs the table. Or maybe it's just that I find him too bland for me to get excited about him winning. It's why I wish Marat Safin would get his head out of his ass, but he probably wouldn't be as loveable to me if he kept his composure on court. I think I am just starting to equate Federer with the Yankees, and I hate the Yankees.

The last thing I've got to note before I forget about it is something I picked up on over at Pink is the New Blog. I was pretty out of the celebrity scoop and short of perhaps TMZ, this place is one of the best sources. Props to sis for originally pointing it my direction. Anyway, after scrolling through a bit I found the news that Halle Berry is pregnant. Good for her, but the more important thing is that it showed a picture of her boyfriend, model Gabriel Aubry who, after googling I discovered looks remarkably like Josh Holloway of Lost. As Diddy used to say back when he was Puffy, it's all about the bizarros baby.