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I saw three things on Tumblr in the last 24 hours that spoke to me.

First, check out this charming short film about two women flying for the first time. I want to be Ria's BFF. What an inspiration. She's adventurous, encouraging, and leads by example to help An overcome her fears. What a wonderful person. I hope she is able to go on many more airplane rides to beautiful locations.

Also today's xkcd:


And this Daily Show gifset.





I don't like it when people act compassionately toward or give the benefit of the doubt only to people they know personally. Unlike [personal profile] mckitterick, I don't have much hope for the human race, but if we're going to improve (or even survive), we must stop judging other people based on anything other than individual circumstances and behaviors. I sincerely doubt that anyone has ever experienced emotional growth by jumping to conclusions. And human beings really need to work on our emotional growth.

When I first saw this video (almost four years ago), I started to examine my own empathic response (or, rather, a noted lack of empathic response).



After watching that video, I realized that I, either by nature or nurture, did not have the empathetic response of an ideal modern human being. I was, basically, emotionally stunted. And that was kind of horrible and embarrassing. Most people like to think of themselves as basically good people. And I'm not saying I was a bad person, but I wasn't as emotionally aware or as capable of compassion as I felt was necessary to deserve the love and respect of those I cared about.

I had to do a lot of work to get to a point where I could comprehend the idea of empathy. I had to talk it out more than I wanted to (thank you, [personal profile] mckitterick for being the world's most patient partner), I had to pretend like I cared (fake it til you make it), and I had to open myself up to emotions that made me incredibly uncomfortable. And I'm gonna be honest, I still don't have a lot of empathy. I don't know that I ever will. Whether I was born with that lack of wiring or whether it wasn't adequately developed when I was growing up, I have no idea. I just don't have it. I'm not talking some superficial New Age "I feel your pain" bullshit, I'm talking a general sense of compassion for people in different circumstances. I don't feel it. I can't internalize it. But I can recognize that empathy and compassion are crucial components to avoid winding up just as hateful and small-minded as the conservatives Jon Stewart condemns, above. Those people are actually regressing in their emotional development. Hundreds of years of neurological development and those asshats are devolving. They're so fearful of new worldviews that they would rather return to a less-developed state than accept change. That makes me angry. What a fucking waste, and also, get over yourselves.

My reaction to people like that is similar to my reaction to people who say they could never be as committed as I am to positive lifestyle change. Baloney. If I can do it, anyone can do it. I am by nature selfish, lazy, and disinterested in other people's problems. But I don't want to be that kind of person. That kind of person sucks. I want to make people suck less, and there is no way to help other people improve without improving myself. So unless I want to live my life as a hypocrite, I must continually work to better myself--physically, mentally, and emotionally.

I do not believe that the human race will thrive and reach the stars--at least not for any good reasons. But in order for me to enjoy this tiny, short, and insignificant life I must feel that I'm at least not damaging our chances to do so.
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I saw three things on Tumblr in the last 24 hours that spoke to me.

First, check out this charming short film about two women flying for the first time. I want to be Ria's BFF. What an inspiration. She's adventurous, encouraging, and leads by example to help An overcome her fears. What a wonderful person. I hope she is able to go on many more airplane rides to beautiful locations.

Also today's xkcd:


And this Daily Show gifset.





I don't like it when people act compassionately toward or give the benefit of the doubt only to people they know personally. Unlike [livejournal.com profile] mckitterick, I don't have much hope for the human race, but if we're going to improve (or even survive), we must stop judging other people based on anything other than individual circumstances and behaviors. I sincerely doubt that anyone has ever experienced emotional growth by jumping to conclusions. And human beings really need to work on our emotional growth.

When I first saw this video (almost four years ago), I started to examine my own empathic response (or, rather, a noted lack of empathic response).



After watching that video, I realized that I, either by nature or nurture, did not have the empathetic response of an ideal modern human being. I was, basically, emotionally stunted. And that was kind of horrible and embarrassing. Most people like to think of themselves as basically good people. And I'm not saying I was a bad person, but I wasn't as emotionally aware or as capable of compassion as I felt was necessary to deserve the love and respect of those I cared about.

I had to do a lot of work to get to a point where I could comprehend the idea of empathy. I had to talk it out more than I wanted to (thank you, [livejournal.com profile] mckitterick for being the world's most patient partner), I had to pretend like I cared (fake it til you make it), and I had to open myself up to emotions that made me incredibly uncomfortable. And I'm gonna be honest, I still don't have a lot of empathy. I don't know that I ever will. Whether I was born with that lack of wiring or whether it wasn't adequately developed when I was growing up, I have no idea. I just don't have it. I'm not talking some superficial New Age "I feel your pain" bullshit, I'm talking a general sense of compassion for people in different circumstances. I don't feel it. I can't internalize it. But I can recognize that empathy and compassion are crucial components to avoid winding up just as hateful and small-minded as the conservatives Jon Stewart condemns, above. Those people are actually regressing in their emotional development. Hundreds of years of neurological development and those asshats are devolving. They're so fearful of new worldviews that they would rather return to a less-developed state than accept change. That makes me angry. What a fucking waste, and also, get over yourselves.

My reaction to people like that is similar to my reaction to people who say they could never be as committed as I am to positive lifestyle change. Baloney. If I can do it, anyone can do it. I am by nature selfish, lazy, and disinterested in other people's problems. But I don't want to be that kind of person. That kind of person sucks. I want to make people suck less, and there is no way to help other people improve without improving myself. So unless I want to live my life as a hypocrite, I must continually work to better myself--physically, mentally, and emotionally.

I do not believe that the human race will thrive and reach the stars--at least not for any good reasons. But in order for me to enjoy this tiny, short, and insignificant life I must feel that I'm at least not damaging our chances to do so.
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A recent study seemed to indicate that moderate levels of alcohol intake can boost the immune system. While this sounds really fantastic, it's actually not great news for those of us with already-overactive immune systems.



Late last week the dry air from the weather and forced air heating was aggravating my sinuses (nosebleeds YAY!), so I bought a new neti pot and started irrigating twice a day. Things didn't improve and I felt like I was coming down with a head cold. NOPE. Turns out I gave myself a sinus infection. Hoo-Fucking-Ray. So now I'm on antibiotics (my favorite), and my entire face feels like it's full of cement. My left molars ache, and my left ear feels like I've been on a plane for five hours and haven't popped my ears yet. Also, I'm fucking exhausted.



And of course of course this happens at a time when I absolutely cannot call in sick because I'm the only person working in the office until January 6. So I need to be here to open the English department office suites and receive/distribute mail for the entire building.



OH AND ALSO my doctor's office ran the wrong damn blood test last week so now I gotta go back in to have my female hormone panels re-done. Luckily, it's not a fasting test, so I can go tonight right after work. If only I'd known about this when I was there yesterday afternoon getting my prescription for the sinus infection.



So hey, does anyone want the saline packets from my neti pot? This is the second time I've contracted a sinus infection from irrigating my sinuses so I think I'm one of the 0.001% of people who shouldn't do it. OF COURSE.

Adding to today's awesome: my last xmas present for [livejournal.com profile] mckitterick arrived yesterday (well, the last one besides the one that's not going to ship until sometime this spring THANKS GUYS) and they sent me the wrong thing. I mean, part of the shipment was right, but a crucial piece? TOTALLY NOT WHAT I ORDERED.



For some reason, Medusa posts have been popping up on my dash after my snake collection published (after--OF COURSE) and this one was a particularly lovely analysis of the character/creature of Medusa. I might be having a lot of Medusa feels and maybe I should do an art piece of her. Just need to find the perfect starting piece to work with for an altered portrait.

Whoa whoa whoa HOLD THE PRESSES! I just got off the phone with customer service for Sent-The-Wrong-Thing Company and they are overnighting me the correct item and I don't even have to return the wrong one.



Okay, that's a nice note to close this out.
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A recent study seemed to indicate that moderate levels of alcohol intake can boost the immune system. While this sounds really fantastic, it's actually not great news for those of us with already-overactive immune systems.



Late last week the dry air from the weather and forced air heating was aggravating my sinuses (nosebleeds YAY!), so I bought a new neti pot and started irrigating twice a day. Things didn't improve and I felt like I was coming down with a head cold. NOPE. Turns out I have a sinus infection. Hoo-Fucking-Ray. So now I'm on antibiotics (my favorite), and my entire face feels like its full of cement. My left molars ache, and my left ear feels like I've been on a plane for five hours and haven't popped my ears yet. Also, I'm fucking exhausted.



And of course of course this happens at a time when I absolutely cannot call in sick because I'm the only person working in the office until January 6. So I need to be here to open the English department office suites and receive/distribute mail for the entire building.



OH AND ALSO my doctor's office ran the wrong damn blood test last week so now I gotta go back in to have my female hormone panels re-done. Luckily, it's not a fasting test, so I can go tonight right after work. If only I'd known about this when I was there yesterday afternoon getting my prescription for the sinus infection.



So hey, does anyone want the saline packets from my neti pot? This is the second time I've contracted a sinus infection from irrigating my sinuses so I think I'm one of the 0.001% of people who shouldn't do it. OF COURSE.

Adding to today's awesome: my last xmas present for [personal profile] mckitterick arrived yesterday (well, the last one besides the one that's not going to ship until sometime this spring THANKS GUYS) and they sent me the wrong thing. I mean, part of the shipment was right, but a crucial piece? TOTALLY NOT WHAT I ORDERED.



For some reason, Medusa posts have been popping up on my dash after my snake collection published (after--OF COURSE) and this one was a particularly lovely analysis of the character/creature of Medusa. I might be having a lot of Medusa feels and maybe I should do an art piece of her. Just need to find the perfect starting piece to work with for an altered portrait.

Whoa whoa whoa HOLD THE PRESSES! I just got off the phone with customer service for Sent-The-Wrong-Thing Company and they are overnighting me the correct item and I don't even have to return the wrong one.



Okay, that's a nice note to close this out.
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I saw this on FB yesterday and it pissed me off.

“The erotic has often been misnamed by men and used against women. It has been made into the confused, the trivial, the psychotic, the plasticized sensation. For this reason, we have often turned away from the exploration and consideration of the erotic as a source of power and information, confusing it with its opposite, the pornographic. But pornography is a direct denial of the power of the erotic, for it represents the suppression of true feeling. Pornography emphasizes sensation without feeling.

The erotic is a measure between the beginnings of our sense of self and the chaos of our strongest feelings. It is an internal sense of satisfaction to which, once we have experienced it, we know we can aspire.” ― Audre Lorde, Uses Of The Erotic: The Erotic As Power

My thoughts, in short?

Fuck off, Audre Lorde.


*whew*

In happier news, I have found the replacement for my riding boots that I gave up last year. I never could get them to fit right. My calves are short and the shaft never broke down into enough of a slouch to make them comfortable. Check out these gorgeous babies, though.


Hnnnnnngggg.

That side lacing. The o-ring ankle strap. Yes, they have an inside zip. The more I look at them, the more I love them. Pretty sure this is gonna be my xmas present request from [personal profile] mckitterick and my parents.

Check out this FUCKING AMAZING Supernatural vid. A few visual spoilers for Season 8, [personal profile] mckitterick, but nothing major. Doesn't hurt that I really like this song.



In the Hope For Humanity column falls this article about acknowledgement of a kid's good deed going viral.

The Toast put up a nice article about slashfic today. It's got a few things I'd quibble about, but overall, a good read.
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In a comment to Thursday's post, [profile] alryssa off-handedly mentioned understanding compulsive eating when bored. Bored. Huh. Bored? Bored. And I realized...OH MY GOD I THINK I'M BORED.



Because I don't want to let myself get run into the ground, especially since KCRF has started, I've been diligent in not over-scheduling myself. And I think I might have shot myself in the foot. By not planning anything to do (other than sit on the couch and Internet), I've succeeded in making myself bored. Huh. Okay, so this is what bored feels like. Wow. Being bored really sucks, you guys.

So a million thanks to [profile] alryssa for that little lightning bolt. It won't change my method of dealing with the situation, but it sure makes me feel better (and less panicked) about the problem!

Check this out: Teens Check Out Hot Lady In Adjacent Car, Realize She Is Being Kidnapped And Save The Effing Day. Hope for humanity: marginally restored for the next half hour.

KCRF was hot this weekend. Hot hot. Fucking hot. Over a hundred degrees Fahrenheit hot (and that's without factoring the heat index). A couple people mentioned that they didn't know how I could get up and dance when it was that hot. Honestly, I don't know, either. It's just...it's gotta be done, so I do it.



Dr. Khosh wasn't thrilled with my latest thyroid numbers, and neither was I. So we ditched the sub-lingual drops (Thank God) and now I have a cream that I get to rub on my inner arms or inner thighs twice a day. Biggest bonus: I don't have to time it so I make sure to get my thyroid meds on an empty stomach. Biggest annoyance: It takes forever to rub in. A quarter teaspoon of this stuff is a lot.

His last-ditch attempt at treating the swelling as a digestive issue was a failure, too, and now he's treating me for yeast overgrowth as a last-ditch effort before he brings out the big guns ($$$ for testing, $$$ for treatment). I've never tested positive for yeast, but as we know, tests aren't always everything. It's day four of the yeast treatment and I'm definitely seeing some ... activity ... in my guts whenever I eat. No problems with the pills themselves, which I take on an empty stomach. But half an hour after I eat, I gotta run to the bathroom. I called him about that this morning and he said to spread out the dose to one pill three times a day instead of two pills twice a day. I haven't noticed any change in the swelling, but it's only day four.

Sunday's session with Andrew was ... wow. All abs and arms all the time. This was what we did:

20 sit-ups
10 tuck-ups in the rings
Three times

We played around on the rope a little bit after that. I tried and failed to wrap the rope around my leg and then pinch it with my opposite foot. But I was able to hold myself off the ground for long enough to try and fail repeatedly. Progress!

Then, arms.

Ten minutes of increasing weight doing one rep each:
Push Press
Push Jerk
Split Jerk

I went from 35# (warm-up with empty bar) to 65#. For the record, Split Jerks and I are not friendly. They make me feel unstable. No likey. Push Jerk and I get along like gangbusters.

Then we worked on Power Cleans until my shoulders died. My best one (fast, with good technique) was (I think) at 55#. I don't know how many we did. I just kept doing them and Andrew kept adding weight until I couldn't do it and then we dropped back down and did one more at the 55#.

Next, triceps! I don't know what those three movements are actually called, but let's just say I worked my triceps in a bench press position until I thought the barbell was going to fall on my face.

Last, we did overhead lat pull downs at 35#. One set of twenty with grip facing outward, one set of twenty with grip facing inward.

And then I went home to get ready for The Event Formerly Known As Smoker. And then I danced at The Event Formerly Known As Smoker. In one-hundred-degree heat. For twenty-five people.

Tomorrow morning I'm going to attempt to replicate Sunday's workout at Robinson because I found out that Faculty and Staff get to use the facilities there for free! It's $12 a year to rent a locker, but...free! Barbells! Dumbbells! Kettlebells! Non-squeaking chin-up bars! Getting up even earlier in order to walk there and showering there is a pain in the ass, but...fitness is a matter of priority. And it's only two days a week. Gonna be a test of will come winter, though. It took me about fifteen minutes to walk to Robinson (tested it for time today), and I'm gonna be carrying my work clothes when I do it for real. Come cool weather I'm going to have to invest in sweatpants or something to keep from freezing on the way there. This is one time it would be more convenient for me if I drove to work.

I leave you with this:



BLESS THE GIFMAKER WHO DID THIS
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You need to watch this video. I don't care who you are. YOU NEED THIS IN YOUR LIFE.



Is it too much to ask that this couple lives happily ever after FOREVER?
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[livejournal.com profile] mckitterick and I saw Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters yesterday. This movie was made for me. Oh my god. It was so so so perfect. It was so perfect I need to talk about it in bullet points.

  • It was funny. Like really funny. Self-aware and just-campy-enough without going into intentional B-movie camp levels. There are several great lines (like "Where did you get those guns?"--a question nobody answers, btw), and more sass than you can shake a stick at.

  • It's violent. And bloody. This could be one of the most realistically violent fantasy movies I've ever seen. The gore was funny but shockingly accurate. It had the most believable broken nose smash I've ever seen.

  • A diabetic main character. A tad unrealistic in regards to his rapid decline into diabetic coma state, but still. DIABETES in a FANTASY SHOOT-EM-UP FLICK. So ridiculous, but what a fantastic tidbit to throw at a character.

  • Gretel is never threatened with sexual assault, nor is she treated any differently in the fights than Hansel. She's smarter and more aggressive than Hansel. In fact, now that I think about it, this film passes the Bechdel test. WOW.

  • The costumes are amazing. Perfect low-brow fantasy leather that shows off both main actor's attributes without being insultingly revealing or impractical.

  • Wonderfully-timed pepperings of F-bombs. Not overdone, not too many, and used to good comedic effect.

  • The writers didn't shirk from an implied incestuous relationship, but they didn't make it creepy and important to the plot, either. It was just a sort of "yeah probably but so what" thing.

  • Zero annoying tropes. Near the end of the movie, there's a circumstance where Gretel says/does something in the middle of a big fight and instead of having drama about OMG GRETEL WTF RU DOIN, Hansel just sorta shrugs and accepts her actions because he knows his sister is smart and capable. Do you realize how rare that is? There were several times in the movie that I thought "Oh god, here we go down that road again" but they never did. Even the nude/sex scene was kind of adorable instead of being gratuitous and eyeroll-worthy.

  • The 3D is not annoying. In fact, it's hilarious at times--especially when body parts or broken furniture is coming right at you. I'm glad I saw it in 3D which is (no shit) the first time I have ever said that about a movie.

  • The action does not let up. This is the first movie I have ever seen with [livejournal.com profile] mckitterick that he did not get up to go to the bathroom. Granted, it's a short movie, but still. He even got up to pee during Red Dawn, but not this one. It's short and fast and intense.


  • This is not a show for people who don't like gore and violence. This is not a show for people who don't have a sense of humor when it comes to anachronisms. But if you are a fan of funny, violent, bloody movies that don't take themselves too seriously, Go See This Film and, if you can, see it in the theater. The effects are spectacular.
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This is from [livejournal.com profile] pointoforigin and it's possibly one of the most beautiful things I've ever read:

When I first woke up this morning, the sun was shining and the sky was blue. I thought, "This day! I'm so in love with it!" as I realized it would only ever come to me once--and then send its brothers and sisters to me one by one, to be my gentle, charming, or tempestuous companions for 24 hours only and then fade away into the dawn. Or maybe, from the Day's point of view, it is eternal and comes time after time to our rendezvous, clothed in variegated robes of skies and clouds and changing lights, and finds so many and so fickle versions of me. I stay for such a short time, and then I leave, only to send another one just like me, but mysteriously, always a little older. Someday I will come no more, and the day when I fail to show up will be a sad one for the Eternal Day. Its golden-sandaled feet will whisper sadly away along the shores of evening, and the night winds will sigh, "She didn't come." The Day is eternal and will find someone new to love. But, for the time being, I am the Chosen companion of this immortal, so how can I fail to show up?

How amazing is that? I just...wow. Wow.

Someone made a trailer for a modern-day AU Hobbit.


Putting this here mostly as a link for myself, since I'm pretty sure my fellow hard-core Sherlock lovers already know about Ivy Blossom's mega tag of meta on her Tumblr.

*thud*

Nov. 7th, 2012 01:06 am
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Oh thank goodness. I couldn't go to bed until I hear the concession speech. Then I had to stay up for the acceptance speech. Going to sleep now.



BREAK OUT THE CHAMPAGNE. TOMORROW.
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I posted this late yesterday, so in case you missed it: New Tumblr collection: The Color Pink, Thursday, May 31. I think this is an awesome collection.

After a very short deliberation period, I decided to go ahead and put in my time at CrossFit last night. Everything but the WOD itself were things I want to work on or enjoy (and want to work on). Of course neither of the two coaches (Thomas and Kyle) that I'm used to working with were there, so I had to introduce myself to two new coaches (Andrew and Danny) who've only seen me in passing once or twice. I explained that, due to health issues, I was on Low Exertion Alert but that I wanted to do the stuff that was on the day's board. So if they saw me looking like I was slacking off, it was just me not pushing as hard as usual and if they needed to correct my form that was cool, but I wasn't going for any personal records or anything that day. They were both super cool about it, and did occasionally stop by to see how I was doing and to say helpful things like "Left knee, Lydia. Left knee," as I was doing my Front Squats.

I think that is going to become my sobriquet for CrossFit. At least in my own head. Left Knee Lydia. I got commended on my Hollow-Rock-to-Superman transitions, too, which always feels good. BRAG ALERT: I do them better than anyone in the linked video.

I was feeling weak and wobbly (not in the good way) by the time everyone else was ready to start the WOD, so I took off. I'm happy I went, though. I was pleased with myself and my body felt good, too (after showering, anyway).

Yay, CrossFit! Yay, me!

If you're looking for where to purchase a Father's Day Present, might I suggest shopping at J.C. Penny's?

Now there's a fantastic internal Harry Potter reference that I never would have noticed. Anyone know if that was intentional?

For a while now, well, since the first Iron Man came out, [livejournal.com profile] mckitterick's had a goal of approximating RDJ's physique in those movies. For those of you who've been lucky enough to see my guy in a wifebeater lately, I'm just gonna put this here for reference.

It depresses/worries/angers me that I am a member of another minority in that I want my elected leaders to be smarter than I am. An L.A. Times article reports: "The level of discourse in the House and Senate has dropped a full grade level -- to the equivalent of a sophomore in high school, according to a new study."



I think ninety percent of those guys in congress are in the wrong room, but for reasons other than relative intelligence. Or, erm. Not. Hm.

A bunch of people are asking for photographs of Sherlock and John, and later this year, when the weather is more appropriate to the mood and to the garments, I plan to take them to the Lawrence cemetery for an actual photoshoot. In the meantime, though, the Mid-America Fan Archive has some pics. Pic One and Pic Two. Photos taken from this stage always stink because nobody looks good shot from below, and there is absolutely no mood lighting or anything to set a scene. Ah, well. You can at least see the shapes of the coats. Here is a picture of coat-less Sherlock at [livejournal.com profile] jimmy_hollaman's RoomCon, dancing with the woman who organizes the Masquerade. This, however, is my favorite photo from RoomCon, despite the blurriness.

Final note: after a couple weeks of dicking around with it, I've decided I absolutely despise Paint.Net and I need a different photo editor. I can't even stand to use it to edit pics for something as simple as cropping. Fuck a bunch of this shitty little piece of software. I want my old Photoshop back god damn it.
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I try to avoid two LJ posts in a day, but this needs to be shared NOW.Cut because apparently the video autoplays? )
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I've got about two hours before I leave to pick up [livejournal.com profile] msmitti and head to Topeka for the Unite Against the War on Women rally. I keep finding out about more people who are going to this and it makes me feel inspired and encouraged. As I was on my way out the door of the office last night, I was chatting with another grad student, and it turns out that he and another grad student are driving in together, too! That makes nearly ten English grad students I know are going--and I think I know about another eight or ten non-KU affiliated people planning to go. Exciting!

CrossFit last night was mix of Gratifying and Frustrating.

Gratifying: I got into the first stage of a headstand--which is resting your knees on your bent elbows and pulling your feet together. I held it for two seconds! A Personal Record! =D I tried to find an image of this pose, but it seems like 99% of the people posting pictures don't know the difference between a headstand and a handstand and most of the images were of handstands. Ah well. I got it and held it. Last time I tried, I couldn't even get my feet off the ground, so getting my feet off the ground, touching together, and holding it for two seconds is pretty huge.

Frustrating: When I tried doing a headstand a second time, my right shoulder popped out of joint and I came down hard on the soft tissue between the joint and my scapula. It hurt bad enough that I was giggling (pain often provokes a laughter response--I get it from my mother) and rolling around on the mat, holding my shoulder. Pride goeth before a fall--literally, in this case. Luckily, the joint popped right back in, but it was weak and sore for the rest of the hour.

Gratifying: I fucking rock the house on Hollow Rocks/Supermans. NGL, I am a million times better at it than the guy demonstrating in the video. I am aces at this combo.


Frustrating: For the first time in a WOD, my muscles gave out before I got winded. I don't know if it was my body reacting to the stress of the shoulder issue or what, but we were supposed to do five sets of 10 burpees followed by 15 sit-ups. I was already feeling fatigue on the first round of burpees, which...was ridiculous. By the second, I was feeling it bad, and by the third round I had reached complete failure. My arm muscles just would not support me coming up from the push-up. It took me more than twenty minutes to do four rounds. If I'd tried to go for five, I think I might still be there.

I iced the shoulder as soon as we got home, and had some wine. It's pretty stiff this morning, and there's a big difference between that and the familiar DOMS I feel in the left shoulder. Thank goodness I opted not to make a sign to carry today, and thank goodness I've got two days of rest before we go back on Monday.

Last night's CrossFit was the first time I've come home from a session feeling something other than giddy and energized. I know it's not going to be a 100% fantastic experience every single time, and there are some WODs I'm gonna like more than others, and having this, my eighth session, be the first one to disappoint--that's pretty amazing. But I couldn't help feeling a little meh about it and, to be honest, about myself. sigh

I am the fucking queen of Hollow Roll-to-Supermans, though. I need to remember that. We aren't all awesome at the same things.

The Watson coat mock-up is coming along. If I get home at a reasonable hour today, I should be able to complete construction. I'm not sure if I'll finish it (hems, buttons). Guess that'll be up to [livejournal.com profile] msmitti, if she wants it for use as a garment. Being a mock-up, it's pretty ugly on the inside.

The gray contact lens trial was a complete failure, btw. I put in one of the sample lenses and from more than two feet away you couldn't tell I had it in. I don't have super-dark eyes (I don't think), but I guess they're dark enough and the fact that they're such a mottled color--they don't really work with colored lenses. They just go sort of muddy. I had this same problem years ago when I tried to get colored lenses, and I'd hoped the technology had improved since then. Apparently not!

So that's one little expense I can take off the (bankrupt) budget. Good thing, because JFC my credit card statement this month. o_O WHAT WHAT WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY MONEY. Oh, that's right. Two hundred dollars in spices and balsamic vinegars, nearly one hundred thirty in henna/indigo supplies, and a little over one hundred in wine. Those things will last six months and wouldn't be so bad except they came during a month when I also bought the stuff for the costume, paid a hefty repair bill for my serger, and sent in a payment to my worthless physical therapist. It's all do-able, and I'll be able to pay it off this month in full, but it means a tight month for May.

I gotta give Star Struck Clothing a ring to see if any bloomers sold.
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This is pretty much how I feel about all scented body washes, but Axe body wash is particularly egregious, yes.

Holy crap, a surfing goat!

And this is where I start babbling )

Holy fucking shit, I just found this video on Julie Zarate's FB. [livejournal.com profile] _luaineach are you listening this this?


Adding Hope For Humanity tag to this entry just because of this guy
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Fuck wearing purple. When I am an old woman, I want to be as badass as this gal. I saw this on [livejournal.com profile] ontd_political and on [livejournal.com profile] auroraceleste's LJ, so the story is making the rounds. I'm glad.

Please, though, whatever you do, don't follow the cookie crumbs to the original source. Well, unless you want your opinion of humanity to resume its usual lower-than-low standard. The NYDaily News site has the story, yes, but the photo they use is of the husband with his wounds in the foreground, and the hero wife all tiny and out of focus in the background. Fuck You, story and photo editor dickwads. Just fuck you.

I received a fantastic compliment yesterday. One of the grad students (who hasn't been in the offices for a while), stopped by my office and commented on how long my hair has grown. She asked how I got the waves in it, if that was a perm or if I styled it every morning. "Oh, that's just how it grows," I answered. "I'm lucky." I didn't tell her that I hadn't done more than finger comb it that morning and I'm pretty sure I haven't washed it since Saturday. "Girl," she said, "that is amazing. You've got some Kardashian hair going on."

So while I'm still dealing with a lot of physical health bullshit, I take no small comfort in the fact that my hair looks killer. Thank you, [livejournal.com profile] nottygypsy!

Instead of dancing around the living room last night, I did some serious punching time since [livejournal.com profile] mckitterick left the bag up for me. I think it might've been the longest punching session I've had. By the end, I couldn't even raise my arms above my head. It was good.

Hop to it!

Nov. 28th, 2011 08:23 am
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This is heartwarming and heartbreaking. Cut for embedded video )

My bruised knuckles are already so much better! Immediate cold pack + ibuprofen + [livejournal.com profile] adammaker's Green Oil = Magical Healing Miracle. I'm going to have no problem punching again tomorrow. Yay!

I'm joining [livejournal.com profile] shanmonster in the 100 Day Burpee Challenge. Anyone else care to join us?

Tonight I have my make-up acupuncture session, and then I'm going to do some dance stuff. I think it'll help to organize it like one of [livejournal.com profile] miischelle's Salons. A segment of conditioning, a segment of combos, and then instead of a segment of choreography, I'll work on learning a song. Which is kind of like choreography, I guess. Knowing a song well enough to dance to it without really thinking about it. Then I'll finish up with some yoga. Good plan, right? Right.

Both arty projects I worked on this weekend came out very nice. I think. I need to figure out how/if I can finagle it so the Altoid tin closes and opens (without a struggle) when it's painted and lacquered. Or if I should give up on painting the bottom and just art up the lid.

I wish I could stay home today. The four day weekend was really nice. Alas, no vacation time for me until after Application Season is over. Two more months! Hey, by that time, I'll be over halfway through the 100 Day Burpee Challenge!
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The timing on this is exquisite. Yesterday, just yesterday, I hopped on amazon.com to look for an out-of-print book. Yes, it would have broken my No-Amazon-Shopping rule, but it was just one book, you know? And I can't exactly order it from a local bookstore since the last hardcover publication date was 1960-something.

Then, today, I read this and I directed my attention to abebooks.com. Anyone else got suggestions on websites for OOP books?

In News of Awesome, though, check out the new 1 is 2 Many sexual assault awareness campaign that's being led by Joe Biden. Please note, there is not one mention of girls dressing safe, protecting themselves, or putting the blame for an assault on the victim. This one lays it all at the feet of the perpetrators. From the video:

No means no. No means no if she’s drunk or sober. No means no if she’s on the dorm room or the street. No means no even if she said yes first and changed her mind. No means no no matter what.

Thank you, Mr. VP.

In personal news, I need a day off. This weekend marks the halfway point of KCRF and I haven't taken any time off yet, like I usually do. The jury selection thing on Monday took a lot out of me. More than I thought it would. I'm worn out. It's still a ways away, but I'm thinking October 11 looks like a great day not to be in the office.
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I'm sure most everyone remembers (regretfully) the train wreck that was Sucker Punch, right? Even if you didn't see it (I did not see it), you probably heard about it. If you didn't, you're a very fortunate person and you should probably skip the rest of this entry here. Save yourself!

Even early on, before it was released, I could tell this thing was a turd. That's me, being a hater, right there.

I can't remember if I linked to this fantastic LJ post about the movie before, but it's entitled "Sucker Punch: A Very Serious Essay on Feminism" and you really should check it out. It came out after the movie, so at least the author wasn't guilty of judging too early. You know, like me.

This morning, Kate Beaton came out with her own take on the subject matter. I'm not certain how much Sucker Punch influenced this particular comic, but everything that influenced Sucker Punch is influencing this, so there's a whole bunch of massive influence going on that you really need to check out.

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