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by Jackie Roe, TW Social Director
Boy, it’s been quiet around here lately, no? Not to fear, the Deuce Club is here, to hopefully get your weekend off to a roaring start.
Last week, we handed out our 2010 ATP Awards, and jewell (was it?) suggested that I tally the winners and announce our top vote-getters. Unfortunately, I didn’t get around to doing this, but I should have the results for you next week. Besides, we’ve got enough going on this week as is. (Saying this to myself to assuage the guilt.)
Over the past few weeks, I’ve received quite a few DC ideas and contributions from loyal TWibers, and I’m excited to present a few of them today. I’m calling this the “TWibe Edition” of the DC! (Though when is the DC not the TWibe Edition? Oh well, you get where I’m going with this.)
First, check out the fantastic photo—that’s Cayman Karen with Queen Vee, taken in November at Venus's book signing event in Grand Cayman. They look like best buds, don’t they? Thank you for sharing this with us, Karen! This actually ties in perfectly with one of our activities later. Read on . . .
Let’s move on to a fun idea drawn up by Codge and A_Gallivant (and their friend Jasmin, who’s a tennis fan and active Twitterer—handle @fiorebianca—but not a TW poster). They created tennis-themed surveys and would love your participation! (This is right up my alley since I work in market research. Too bad I don’t study tennis.)
Check out the hyperlinks below:
Codge’s “Twennis Awards” survey
A_Gallivant’s "We Take Our Tennis Seriously" survey
Jasmin’s “The Body Issue” survey
Ladies, make sure to share the results with us. Should be interesting!
Now let’s dive into our main topic for the week, sent from TW devotee CL. I couldn’t wait to present it to everyone, since it’ll get those creative juices flowing and will help us get to know one another better. That’s the primary objective of the DC, right? So without further ado, take it away, CL!
Here’s Looking at You
A few weeks ago, when the fab Aussiemarg posted that equally fab picture of herself and one of her feline companions, it reminded me of how curious I am about what TW posters actually look like. It is an odd sensation, conjuring up a mental image of people we interact with frequently, often daily, with so little to go by. Sometimes, we can't even get something as basic as gender correct.
Of course, we have seen photos of some of the TW faithful, either via posters' reports from tournaments or social networking sites like Facebook (e.g., Andrew, jb, Annie, Miz Jackie herself). Most recently, the Our Gang Kids at the WTF and now Cayman Karen. But hardly everyone. There is a large contingent, including me, who seem to suffer from some combination of paranoia, technical ineptitude, laziness, or Facebookphobia. So I thought that it might be fun for people to submit, via the Deuce Club, a self-imaging description in the form of words, links to pics or videos, or a tune, to help others form an image of the face behind the moniker. I proposed the idea to our hostess, and, in what was clearly a mildly deranged moment, she agreed. [JR: I should be deranged so often!]
Now, of course, you can shoot the moon and present yourself as George Clooney or Angelina Jolie (or PeeWee Herman). Or you can root around in the self image draw a bit and see what first comes to light. Even if you are one of those whose picture HAS been seen, you can play, too. Sometimes a few words CAN be worth more than a thousand pictures.
Since this was my idea, it's only fair that I go first. I hope this gives you a sense of the CL under the Cabbage Leaf. (Read and click the hyperlinks as you go along. No skipping!)
To get you in the right ball park, have a look at this person here.
If you are not old enough to know who this is, go away! No, wait . . . I didn't mean that. For better or worse, friends, foes, relations, and random musicians have told me that I bear a strong resemblance to the late Mrs. Sir Paul. Even the camera is ok, because I too am a shutterbug, though strictly amateur. Also, neither one of us can sing a note, though I at least have the decency to stay away from microphones. There are differences, of course. Chiefly, that I am not dead (just resting!), was never a vegetarian, and would never, EVER have worn a shag mohawk like Linda used to sport. (Also, in full disclosure, I should add that this particular shot of Mrs. Macca is pretty glam—which is not exactly me. Or her, really.)
Now, since this is a tennis board, we need a tennis player, no? I can do this!
Not as well, of course, and not against Monica Seles at the US Open, but I really do have a rather excellent slice BH, if I do say so myself. Of course I would never claim Steffi's great legs (though mine aren't half bad), or much of anything else from her game or persona, but we are the same general physical type, though I am taller by a couple of inches. Also older. How MUCH older? Let’s just say I am teetering on the cusp of retirement (not the pro tennis kind) . . .
To that mix, add this. (The one on the LEFT!!!)
Yup . . . lotta attitude, often upstaged. And at some time in the past probably WAS guilty of wearing an outfit that gave me shoulders worthy of an NFL linebacker.
I know that I talk/type/typo/argue too fast sometimes/often and can seem like this guy here.
Except that it never seems to catch up to the Road Runner, whilst I often end up like this.
Never mind. I just dive into one of these, and feel all better.
So that's more or less me. And you?
Play along, TWibe, and many thanks for the neat idea, CL! Have a great weekend, everyone.