Who will stop the rain?

So the rains abated long enough for everyone to go into work today. From what I heard, my section of the Orange line had some of the longest waits for trains. The usual places are flooding like demons.

It's Wimbledon season, so I yet again turn into a turncoat (or redcoat even) and root for the home team. I don't know why. I like American tennis players well enough. Part of me is quite sad to see Agassi finally retiring. The BBC's play-by-plays online have been quite snarky beyond the usual forehands and backhands and service games. "Play is briefly disrupted when a ball bouces into proceedings from another court. Safe to say that it was out then." Things like that, including the usual barbs at the supporters in the stands. Pithy (or "earthy" I heard yesterday) bunch those Brits.

Certain fiends might want to check out deepgenrewr. Constance Ash is doing a multi-part essay on vampires and their relationship to genre. She just posted the second part.

Er, and I might have committed a drabble for dw100. I blame my other fandoms. If I can't bring Atlantis to the Doctor, then I might as well go the other way around, right? Right.