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For most of the past two weeks, I've actually enjoyed watching Wimbledon, though I've been none too thrilled with some of the results. There's an odd assurance that the occasional new tiebreak rule nonewithstanding, some places and things really have remained the way there were, and likely will until the end of the world is fully upon us, and maybe, in the end, that's okay. Besides, they did show the ability to get cheeky about themselves in that ceremony on Sunday. The British may have many faults and an ugly history and way too much trouble getting rid of a corrupt prime minster (not that we the former colonists can talk there...), but their sense of humour, always popping up at the unexpected time, will always be a delight.
Now, however, I'm torn between watching the women's doubles final tomorrow and going to see Love and Thunder. I've been spoiled for one big thing that has *really* pissed me off, and the mixed reviews aren't helping. (The men's final I am not watching. Nope.)