" danger hat: November 2006

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Well, here I am

It' been a time since I've posted so I feel obligated, and since I'm up at 1:30 in the AM what else am I supposed to do?
We just had a huge class of new derby skaters come in, which is a) awesome and b)really sheds light on how far I've come in the past year. The fact that I can be neurotic about the subtle nuances of my game is a miracle. I can't wait to see who breaks out of the pack...people will surprise you.

I went to NC for Thanksgiving. Every time I go my sisters are older which creeps me out to no end. We had fun, ate turkey and yummy stuffing, etc. But yeah, I'm really an adult now, and they almost are too. Weird. Especially since I still have so many adolescent angst issues to knead out.

Other than that, it's same ol' same ol' in this neck of the woods. I've readjusted my writing deadline to my 26th birthday, which allows me time for breathing and skating and visting certain hometowns. I'm sorta stinky right now which I'd wager is a good 67% of the time, if someone could teach me a method for bathing motivation, I'd at least listen. Seriously, I'm pretty stunted in that department. Actually in anything tht is supposed to be habit, even coffee --the thing I love--is not a ritualized occurrence. I am as random as lottery numbers, or choose your own adventure... I love how blogging makes me sleepy and so by the end of every one of these muthers, I'm spewing forth phrases rather than thoughts. Buy now cus I killed a man in Reno and by the power of Grayskull the Namibian climate is submerged deep inside the polar ice caps and Stanley Tucci should always have a mustache even f he thinks it makes him look butch. Or something like that...

Monday, November 13, 2006

Don'tcha know?

So we got a derby lesson at the hands of the number four team in the country this weekend, but I think it's only made us want to come back stronger and better. Despite playing a solid game, we got canoodled and shutdown scoring wise. I don't think it's anything experience won't remedy. We similarly schooled another Ohio team who's a little greener than us last week. As with all sports, just when you think you've got derby down someone comes around to show you a thing or three. For any versed in the derby world, Minnesota's pack speed and explosiveness are incredible and the entire roster is solid through and through (I speak as the weaker part of the Ohio roster). They also play a different game as far as penalties and while we technically played by WFTDA rules the reffing was pretty free and easy, which took a lot of adjusting for us. If it had been called like an Ohio bout, they would have had had a lot more ladies in the box which may have given us a chance to close the point dividend a little. But that's pretty much splitting hairs, because we got beat :)
It was a crazy weekend overall that started with my flight getting canceled and continued to me losing my wedding band in the X-Ray machine a security. The TSA ladies aggressively helped me track it down (it fell out in the machine and then onto the floor), but not before I completely lost it in front of scads of people. I sat hunkered at one f the security tables sobbing like they found an ounce of coke in my bag. Ryan's flight got canceled as well, but not until he was in Chicago and not until the end of the day which means he got stuck and now has a million good husband points. A derby loss and a tragically long layover later and we ended up at home. This is where it gets fun. As is well publicized Ryan cannot stand the sight of blood, it's makes his broad, deceptively macho looking self curl up into the fetal position. Let's just say we were getting romantic, I sniff a bit, and then a torrent of blood comes spilling out my nose. Less experienced nose bleeders would have gushed blood all over, but I got away only leaving a few drops behind. Really amazing considering I spent the next fifteen minutes or so filling the toilet twice over. Meanwhile Ryan is cowering in the bed and I'm shouting Don't look Don't look, but of course he does. He didn't faint which is amazing, but I did hear some gurgly noises. He comes into the bathroom because he has some blood on him, sees the toilet full of more blood than an episode of Nip/Tuck, wigs a little and wants to know if I need to go to the hospital. I get REALLY bad bleeds. I have since I was little. I used to wake up in puddles of it and remember being picked up a few times only to douse the picker upper. This was a particularly bad one. As an experienced bleeder I;m pretty good at getting them to stop, but no amount of stuffing or pinching helped. And so the blood just sort of was at a steady rain into the toilet. I knew it was coming. I've had sinus problems for the last couple weeks and I had a stressful weekend, and slept crappy in the hotel, and then hopped on an airplane, and I woke up one morning to find the stuff going the other way down my throat which it likes to do from time to time. Anyway, it's over. I think Ryan's okay, but the point is I never really knew our tragic flaw before. I'm pretty sure every pairing has one. For some it's religion, for others it's politics, other it's infidelity or over-competitive scrabble playing. But for us it's the hemophobic and the girl with torrential epistaxis.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

avoidancefailuresloth

So here's the thing---I was s'posed to write the great American novel this month. Or at least the great flaky mish mash sorta long storyish piece of something. It is after all NanoWriMo and I am after all only partially employed. And I am after all s'posed to be a writer. And this was after all s'posed t be my 'if you're going to do this, do it now' moment. But then the in-laws came in for a three day visit and I got caught up in the election and it became absolutely necessary to bake cookies and glue a star tiara on my helmet and watch reruns of Sex and the City On Demand and, well, sleep like I've never slept before (the cure to insomnia of course being an impossible deadline). I only have 300 words. Which is essentially an e-mail.
On the plus side Nathan Fillion showed up on Lost tonight. (On the poopy side, he didn't have much to do--still it has led me to yet another stall tactic.--rewatch all of Firefly. I can't effin' wait!)

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Vote or Perish

I'm a little sullen that I didn't get to cast a vote against Jim Talent this year. Sigh. As predicted by my parents when I was tender age of eight, I've pretty much hopped aboard the D-Train. There is a dearth of third party politics in my district/state and the Green Party candidate for guv'nr's main platform is hemp, which is just ridiculous.

If you haven't voted yet; do it or the ghost of Ben Franklin will eat your soul and curse you with a million illegitimate children...

Monday, November 06, 2006

Borat?

Just wondering what other people think. These are the things I think:

1. I was brutally offended several times. Not even just sorta kinda 'that's wrong' offended, but deep down in my soul hurt kind of offended. And I don't get cheesed off easily.

2. I am left with a craving for it.