Saturday, February 19, 2005

Shattered Dreams

I was planning to put the second thrilling instalment of my trip to watch Pro Tennis at the Memphis Racket Club here today, seeing how it was always one of my dreams to be a tennis writer.

However, from the lack of response the first part generated, I'm thinking that maybe I made the right choice when I put aside all dreams of snorting cocaine at Monte Carlo nightspots after a tiring day spent sipping champagne and watching men and women whack tennis balls.

So... what's next?

7 Comments:

Blogger anan said...

Aw... i did kinda enjoy the Bad Maxi review... now i feel badly that i didn't say anything...

And it really doesn't matter what you write about. I'm sure i would be giggling over the eggs in your fridge if you decided to write about them.

7:43 PM  
Blogger kingfelix said...

Thanks!

Maybe I get more enthused by human stick insects than the average member of the population, who knows.

I fell asleep with something called The Scorpion King playing, featuring The Rock. The Rock appears to be so stupid,it's awe-inspiring. Somehow it's hard to imagine someone knocking on the door of his trailer out in the desert and saying, "Rock! Rock! Time to come outside and pretend to be a warrior king!"

I think they take the opposite approach, and have a psychiatrist who attempts to convince The Rock after each day's filming that he IS NOT a warrior king.

"Hmmm, it seems to be working, he's stopped trying to operate the microwave using magic..."

9:29 PM  
Blogger anan said...

you mean... you can't lift laundry with telekinesis?

*rushes off to hurl some books in the bin*

9:01 AM  
Blogger kingfelix said...

this may be a male question, but just how do the trousers and shirts clean and fold themselves and find their way back to the closet?

it truly is magic

11:05 AM  
Blogger anan said...

ask mommy.

2:33 PM  
Blogger kingfelix said...

for mommy, sadly i have none.

in truth, i am a tiny bit domesticated, having looked after myself since 96. but i am prone to leaving laundry till every sock and shirt has been worn.

3:07 PM  
Blogger anan said...

i also. in fact, i have been known to sneak over and filch my husband's socks when my cupboard is bare. evil, i know.

and i'm scarcely one to talk... i haven't seen laundry in about five years. 'im does it.

12:18 AM  

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