Balls!!

"Brit Makes Early Exit at Wiimbledon"

I mean, it's a very familiar headline - just one letter off.

Here's what happened. My first round draw was for 11am. Stoli and I were among the very first people there, and after much last minute kerfuffling and lots of other games starting I was told that I had a first round bye. Which was nice, except it meant I didn't get to play (/minor lower lip extrusion). Finally I'm called up and play one 3-game set against a stocky 30-ish geezer in a soccer shirt. I know, right? Weird. Anyway I win the toss and elect to receive, coz I gotz a wickeed cross-court return that is itself almost unreturnable.

I take the first three points, 0-40. I think he got one to make it 15-40 but my return was working and I won the game.
Next up I serve. Couldn't get the speed-serve to come up, not matter what I did. Goes to deuce, I get an Ad and a match point... but lost it, arse. Then he wins the game.
So game 3, my return is slightly rattled. The crowd is, well, crowding. We exchange points, goes to deuce. He gets 3 match points in a row, and I make it through each of them. But alas, not the fourth.



We stuck around for a while, but I have to admit to a mild gutting. Who wouldn't be? Still, a very silly day out indeed, and perhaps even a piece of gaming history. Have a look at the press coverage it got. Tips of headbands to Steve and Lane.

Wiimbledon is on! You can-NAHT be serious!

Big day tomorrow. This week I was fortunate enough to blag a spot in the first ever Wii tennis tournament, Wiimbledon. I think its about 100 people, tho something like over 500 wanted in. I have my Bjorn Borg wig and headband ready to racque'.

I'll put pics up on flickr over the weekend. I just hope I don't draw some 10-year-old wunderkind in the first round. Lolpic from Destructoid.

Paprikaaaaa!

It's rare that "I had the most bizarre dream last night..." leads to an interesting conversation, though perhaps less rare than the arrival of a genuinely interesting film about dreams. So while I know that the premise of Paprika, a new anime at the movies here, may not grab you right away -- dream machines blah blah -- I'm still going to tell you to go see it. Stoli and I did on Saturday afternoon and spent the rest of the day pleasantly weirded out. Plus I came across this photo somewhere and felt like posting it. Basically, it's gorgeous.



Here's the trailer.