Now, That's TV

Nothing's better on German TV than Sunday night's "Männer TV" (Men's TV). Tonight's episode? A woman who wanted to be a model so she got her rack done & then did a topless photo shoot. Just engrossing TV. Definitely not comparable in fuzzed-out US TV.


Mmmmm... breasts...

Ahhhh... Dorf Weather

To quote Pope Benedict XIII, "Jesus Fucking Christ, it's fucking cold out there." It's mid-June and the high tomorrow is rumored to be 54. Are you fucking kidding me? If this is sunspots, I'm moving somewhere warmer.

2008 French Open Part 2 - A Cautionary Tale

If you're going to wear the Hawaiian shirt on a sunny day at the French Open, it's a good idea to put sunblock on the back AND front of your neck. Just sayin'.

French Open 2008 Part 1 -- Cougar Watch

Saying the French Open is like The Byron Nelson of Paris isn't quite accurate, but it's close. Lots of locals trying to look good, lots of cougars trying to look young, lots of athletes whining about crowd noise when they fuck up a shot. On the other hand, the 16th Arrondisement outshines Las Colinas, the beer at Roland Garros is nonalcoholic, and public transport is the way everyone gets to the event (including some coaches and practice partners). Today I'm focusing on the cougs. Enjoy!



Scott was my beard to get wildlife photos. I think these two (bordering on Grandcougar or Den Mother status) knew what was going on.



This one was rocking the monster shades in spite of the complete cloud cover and intermittent rain. Nice.


Stairs, sun, and competition from the young hotties make for angry cougars.


The camouflage of being a tennis fan is more convincing if you splurge 4E on the daily program/magazine.

Back to Bitterness

In case any of you were really disappointed by not getting to go to Prague, I just realized that if it'd happened I would've spent a month straight there. I might've OD'ed on hotness. Oh well.

Rest assured, I will try to bring some fun back to the blog while there.