Scott and I were over at his parents' place today and we just happened to catch the tail-end of the World Cup Italy-France final. (His mum had been watching the game.) I didn't follow the series, and I never have before, but I think I might next time 'round. It's an intriguing game, this football, and now that this round is over I'm rather sad that I'm just beginning to see the appeal. Also, the ho-yay! Oh. My. God. The ho-yay! It's everywhere, and it's bloody glorious.

*two players are rolling about/making out on the ground, celebrating their victory*
Scott's mum: *laughing* Look, those two are still at it! Oh, come on. Get a room, you two.
Me: Hey, Camera Dude. A close-up shot would be much appreciated. How 'bout it?

On a less exciting note, my Toppy is violently ill. She's gone away to Computer Hospital for a week or two. They're going to fix her up for free because she's still under warranty and, hopefully, she'll be good as new afterward. Until then, Scott is letting me use his Mac. I am experiencing a tinge of separation anxiety though. They'd better fix her up right, damn it.

ETA: Gianluigi Buffon is like a younger, hotter William Fichtner. Seriously. Check out the cheekbones.

ETA, part the second: Edited because apparently the Cup is only awarded every four years and in between there are qualifying rounds or some such thing. Clearly I am not well-informed when it comes to this football business.