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So I totally stayed up all night finishing my [community profile] yuletide story. Now I feel a little... wooooozy. But I am told by reliable sources that it turned out well! And I uploaded it literally within seconds of the deadline! And soon I must go to the chirporactor which I am looking forward to because a) my hands are so stiff omg and b) I got a full nelson demonstrated on me in escrima yesterday and ow. I am totally ecstatic that I am back into training though! I missed a grading again, which is practically my thing now, but whatever. I don't wanna be a black belt I just like to hit things with sticks.

So now that my Yuletide story is no longer hanging over my head I have started to feel guilty that I never posted a Dear Yuletider letter, cos I was kinda flaily over not having one for my recipient (who did not even have an LJ!) and so I am going to do one now for the Treat writers and also in case I am being pinch hit.

blueprints for geodisic domes... recipes for cake... )
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Hee, I have finally followed through on my resolution to actually do things with TROUTS, my uni's theatre group, this year. I totally flaked on them last year! But yesterday I went to the auditions for the short play night and I have a part! Then I went to my Escrima class via a burger and Easyway, which was probably not the BEST idea as far as my stomach was concerned. This week had a lot more contact, too, which was a little nerve-wracking - I don't have a problem with other people hitting me, I have a problem with hitting other people! I have absolutely no ability to judge how hard I have connected and whether it was appropriate, nor much control, so I'm always worried I'm going to hit too hard, which in practice means I never hit hard enough. And that's quite apart from the slow-motion shoulder disabling moves - I thought this class was nicely challenging to my touching-people-issues when there was just a custom of shaking hands with everybody after the class! My sparring partner did not have these issues and was quite happy to whack me repeatedly, but got confused about footwork when it was time to spin around and elbow me in the kidneys, which was lucky because I don't think all that iced tea was going to be fortuitous in that respect.

In other news, Stan linked me to this. Not only a hear hear! But also the last video is pretty great. I did not know Frank Zappa was so awesome, nor did I know that Crossfire used to be... uh, marginally classy, wow. That thing was taped on an actual tape though, heh.

Okay, back to checking over my film review assignment for today. I seem to have gone over the word limit... oops? (Yes, I am reviewing Watchmen, why do you ask?)

More Things

Mar. 4th, 2009 01:26 am
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Ahhh, sweet sweet solvency. February's tutoring paycheck is SUCH a relief. In celebration I bought breakfast, some comics and escrima sticks! )

How awesome are they! They did not come in black, obviously, they came in Rattan, but Salvador advised me to duct tape the hand grips in order to avoid splinters, so I figured why not do the whole thing and look very stylish. PS duct tape is really hard to layer evenly.

On the bus to Escrima I overheard two random strangers, a blonde girl and a weedy dark skinned bloke, in the course of one half hour bus trip, discover that they are both dancers, commiserate on the shallowness of the industry, the difficulty of getting gigs and the thanklessness of teaching jobs, decide to form a dance group and exchange numbers. It was kind of awesome.

Tomorrow: to buy the one completely totally not available online in any way shape or form textbook for this semester. Advertising. It's $120 but sadly vital. The other two subjects have e-readings. Today's lot were unspeakably dull, you've no idea. But I was never really planning to write an essay about Douglas Sirk so it doesn't really matter. In class we livened up the discussion some by way of innuendo about Rock Hudson and speculation on the topic of man-eating erection-symbolizing deer. Also tomorrow: jamming with Lily in an actual music room for once instead of on the lawn where passersby can raise eyebrows at us or ask to try out Lily's unicycle.

My cat got into a fight with the neighborhood tom the other day and is limping. We took her to the vet and now it is my job to mash up half an antibiotic pill each morning and evening and mix it with water and squirt it into her mouth with a syringe-like thingy. I should not complain, it is my dad's job to hold her mouth open.

I have almost completely sorted out my wardrobe - everything but the sock drawer is in the right place and much less full of redundancy than it was. This is no thanks to my mother who snuck into my room while I was out to remove things from the massive garbage bag full of useless items and put them back in my wardrobe.

And now: sleeeeeep.
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The building in which my awesome stickfighting1 class is held is Undergoing Construction. Anyone who has any experience with builders knows that a site can remain in this state for practically infinite periods of time, entering a sort of Perpetual Construction Zone in which walled-off areas grow into the architecture and you start imagining that the construction noises are in time with the elevator music.

What I'm saying is, I got to my class two weeks ago and found the plaza and stairs all boarded up, with signs directing me to the main building lifts to get down to the right level. Once you descend you find yourself in a maze of twisty tunnels, all alike. In the distance you hear the eldritch sounds of industrial drills. You see a sign reading "Dentist" with an arrow pointing in an indeterminate direction. What would you like to do?
> look around
there are three exits.
> go north
which way is north? you are underground.
> take the first exit
that is not an exit. You were deceived by an inexplicably protruding temporary wall.
> take the second exit
you follow the corridor until you see a large sign reading ITC. you have reached your destination.
> hit some things with some sticks
you hit some things with some sticks. You are now sweaty, poorer by fifteen dollars and full of endorphins. Also your bus leaves in ten minutes. What would you like to do?
> leave
you are standing outside ITC. There are three exits.
> take exit I came in by
which exit did you come in by?
> um
your bus is now leaving in eight minutes.
> take first exit
You follow the corridor to a padlocked door.
> go back
your bus is now leaving in seven minutes.
> take second exit
you are now standing in front of a lift.
> press button
you press the button
> wait
nothing happens.
> press the button again
you lean on the button. Your bus now leaves in five minutes.
> go back
you are standing outside ITC. There are three exits.
> take the third exit
you follow the corridor to another dead end.
> go back
your bus now leaves in three minutes.
> flail
a stocky Chinese man sticks his head out the doors to ITC. "Wait." He says. "All go together." He goes back inside.
> ...
your bus now leaves in two minutes.
> go back inside
the door is stuck.
> yell through door
somebody helps you open the door.
> flail
the Chinese man returns. "Right, going now." He says. Everybody gets up to follow him.
> follow everybody
you join the herd. You are now standing outside the lifts. The Chinese man swipes a card at a security light and presses the lift button.
> facepalm
the lift arrives.
> pile in
you squish into the lift next to that ditzy blonde hippy with the dreads and spiky armpit hair.
> make awkward joke
everybody titters. The lift has now arrived at ground level.
you're welcome. PS you missed your bus.

Two weeks later and the temporary walls were still in place. A small sign by the lifts proudly declared that demolition was finished! but miscellaneous drilling would continue for up to six months. It therefore seemed the maze was there to stay. We had a group of new students that day. At the end of the class I collapsed into a chair, resigned to missing my bus and waiting for the next one and so in no hurry, and incidentally in a trance-like state from fatigue and euphoria.

"Well then bye everyone!" Calls one of the new guys, as they walk out the door.

"Bye," I mutter absently, echoed by a dude with a shaven head whose name I do not recall, also resting in a chair.

About a minute passes.

"Huh," I eventually say. "We possibly should have mentioned the Exit Problem, shouldn't we?"

"Let them have their fun," grins the dude.

Too true, shaven-head guy, too true.

1 I ran into a couple of girls from my school on the way there. They were approximately the twenty three trillionth people to mishear "eskrima" as "eskimo" which was the last straw so I am now officially referring to it as Awesome Stickfighting.
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I found a new webcomic that panders to my love of gratuitous punnery! Hurray! Also, I'm working my way through Skeptic Report (I love the Pseudohistory page), this is better than any self help book I have ever seen or heard of, and this is making me hungry. OM NOM NOM QUADRUPLE BYPASS.

Now, off to the city for to buy some comics and hit things with sticks!
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Oh, gosh. Okay, so last week I read [ profile] reseda_ptah's epic Stephen Colbert Swaps Realities With "Stephen Colbert" fic, and also her equally epic crossover of Doctor Who and The Colbert Report (I know, I know). Tonight I finally got around to reading [ profile] copperbadge's epic recast of Doctor Who and Torchwood as American TV shows with the talent swapped around. Now I OBVIOUSLY desperately wish there was a crossover between the first fic and the last one in which Stephen Colbert and/or "Stephen Colbert" go for a ride in John-Barrowman-As-The-Doctor's TARDIS, but I think that may actually raise the meta level past terminal velocity, and then the internets would implode.

(No, okay, but imagine the Face of Boe meeting the Giant Head of Brian Williams, okay. GENIUS. THEY ARE OBVIOUSLY THE SAME SPECIES.)

...I'm done now. No, really. I'm not imagining Stephen's reaction to Hayden!Rose at all. *cough*

In other news, I now have the TAB for the Pirates of the Carribbean theme for guitar. It's not that difficult! XD Also have sore fingers from not enough practice this week, ow. And all my hand joints are clicking around because, OBVIOUSLY I had to schedule my eskrima class and guitar lesson within 24 hours of each other. Speaking of eskrima, I think I injured a noob. Er, noobier than me, that is, a few guys had their first lesson yesterday and Salvador paired them up with people who had more experience but not so much we had to focus on preparing for the grading on Sunday. We were doing the basic strikes, blocks and disarms, and the starting feature of most disarms is grabbing the other person's stick hand so you're pulling their thumb hard against their stick (this hurts). Then you push or pull the stick in whatever direction levers it out of their hand given the position it's in depending on the strike they were doing.

Salvador was all, "Okay, you want to resist the disarm a bit to give the other person an idea of how hard they need to push, but not too much, please don't hurt yourselves." and then went off to help the grading dudes.

So we started out just figuring out the movements, but eventually I was like "Okay, now try not letting go of the stick as soon as I touch you." And this time I couldn't get him to let go of the stick at all, and I was like "Aw, I kinda suck at this when actual effort is involved." And then he was like "Ow." And then I was like "Oh my god, what part of don't hurt yourself did you not understand!"
bliumchik: THIS IS NOT SPARTA. I AM LOST. (splode?)

Huh, The Matches just overtook Brand New on my ha, all I ever do with that thing is watch the stats race. It's a pity it counts Dresden Dolls and Amanda Palmer separately or that would stack much higher.

Meanwhile, it's two am again and I am. Uh. Yeah, making lolcats. Honestly it's that or clean my room at this point.

I believe I have not mentioned lately how awesome my eskrima class is, but god, is it awesome. I had a Mum Special wake-up call this morning which involved tea and screaming, and then I had to babysit for an indefinite period of time while she did meditation. So I had a lot of tension to work out, and boy did I. That thwack of wood upon wood is a beautiful sound. Most martial arts classes have that contact problem where you technically don't actually want to hurt anyone, so you can't hit with any force, but when the other person is blocking you with a stick, you can swing as hard as you like! Benefits to stress relief include: release from thinking for an hour and a half where the teacher is in charge, concrete skill to focus on, patterns, general exercise endorphins, and something solid to hold on to.

But oww my wrists.

Have also been reading Amanda Palmer's blog and ImprovEverywhere's past mission reports, because they are both WONDERFUL.
bliumchik: Dr. Horrible laughs evilly (squee)
1. As we all know from dozens of movie scenes in which the girl who suspects her house has been broken into picks up a baseball bat, gripping a handle is tremendously comforting in times of potential violence.
2. Every single pattern we learn need only be sped up to become a whirlwind of death.
3. Wood > fists.
4. The sticks tap out a beat that really helps my focus.
5. At no point in Tae Kwon Do did I ever learn a move that makes a terrifying whooshing noise.
6. Tae Kwon Do has a zillion colours of belt. Escrima just has brown and black with lots of notches on them.
7. Partial list of totally badass people who use escrima sticks: Nightwing, Oracle, Teyla Emmagan.
8. Easily transferable to whatever vaguely sticklike weapon you happen to have handy.
9. So I can practice with my umbrella on my way home.
10. You guys. I get to hit things with sticks.
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I was going to do that long 10-1 question meme last night but it was long and I was le tired. And now I have decided that I don't have anything to say to anyone that I haven't already said/isn't terribly embarrassing, which cuts out the whole first part of the meme, so fuckit.

Anyway, things that have happened!

@ I have gone to another escrima class. I totally love it. This time I wasn't the only girl there, too, although since we're both the class noobs the instructor, Salvador, got all awkward when he said "ladies, go and practice six-count over there" and started falling over himself to explain that he just said that because both the newbies were female, and if there was a boy-noob he'd also be over there, and blah blah blah I loled. Then he complimented our speedy learning and sent a big guy who is the spitting image of Leon from DOA (mostly it's the hair, but there's enough resemblance that I can no longer remember his real name) over to teach us a strike/block sequence that ends with a hilariously crotch-level "thrust strike to the gut." Your terminology is not fooling anyone, this is totally the armed version of the knee-to-the-balls move. I confessed to Salvador and Annabelle, my fellow girl-noob, that the only place I had seen the word "escrima" before I googled "stick fighting" in search of something to hit on a regular basis was in relation to Batman comics, thus outing myself as a total geek. "Oh who uses those?" asked Salvador. "Nightwing... and Oracle, I think?" I said. There were blank looks. "Uhhh... the ex-robin and the ex-batgirl," I added, to a chorus of "Oh, right!"s.

@ The Writer's Society had another Lofty Words. This one was a bit of a fiasco as the student election crowd had double booked us, so we had to wait around till they were done. Then there was a grand total of four entries for Open Mic and exactly one person doing a longer performance. Hannah was awesome though, her stuff reminds me of Regina Spektor a bit. Anyway, I also introduced the zine, which is finally printed (and available at any Writers Society event or clubs day we're involved in for a gold coin donation, you Sydney/UTS people!) although Hannah ended up doing most of the work due to technical incompatibility, which I feel really bad about. Then the band, Peewee, came on. They were... kind of shouty. Kind of a lot shouty. And very loud. They were cute though, they had a lot of energy, at one point the girl on lead guitar and the guy playing bass and yelling at us did a hilarious shoulder-bump thing. They just need a singer and they'd be pretty good.

@ My parents are in Cairns this week! I feel so independent! ...until my grandma calls and tells me to come over and eat something, and my other grandma calls and worries that she called my house at ten pm and I wasn't home and am I staying out too late, and my mum calls to tell me to take my vitamins.

@ My Evil League of Evil Application has gotten 39 views but no comments. Incidentally other applicants whom I adore: the awesome songwriter Princess Zombie (oh my god THE THUMB augh), the utterly hilarious and puntastic DIE-ronic and Brain Bender, because he has catminions.

@ Speaking of Youtube I'm sure EVERYBODY has seen Take On Me (Literal Version) but I thought I'd post it anyway. piiiiipe wrench fiiiiight!

@ And one last link for the heck of it, Jon Carrol's latest, on Pat Paulsen, who is much more awesome than I ever knew.

@ *cough* ANYWAY. I saw the Panics today. They came to my uni for lunch. Not like they just dropped by for our fine cuisine, the student association or somebody organised a one-hour set on the Patch Of Grass around lunchtime. It was nice, I lay down and felt the bass come through the ground and alternated watching the clouds and the band, which was sadly lacking in awesome hair or other amusing stage items, but played well and were clearly quite at home on the stage, joking around with each other &c. There were free sausages and sunshine, although the latter got a bit scorching for a while. Some poor guy turned up in a suit, lol! I sat with Henrietta and half my Col Mod discussion group (oh, fuck. It's my week to post stuff. I should... go do that). Afterwards the singer invited people to hang out and have a beer, but mostly people stood around and asked for autographs on the little fliers advertising the event. So I got some too, despite not really knowing who these people are. I figured, I like their music, so I WILL look them up, so. Also some random came up and gave Henrietta this massive poster, so she got all the band members' signatures on it. Then everyone had a giggle over how short the cute drummer turned out to be. He was about eye-level with Henrietta's cleavage (not that that's an uncommon condition). One of the guitarists took a look at the poster and joked that they don't have awesome hair because they spent all their money on skinny jeans.

@ ...have another link.


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