Link Dump Meme

This one makes me curious. I type in each letter of the alphabet into my browser and share the URLs which emerge. I'm expecting weird stuff. Let's see if I'm right....

1. C. S. Graves
2. Black Girls Like Us
3. Cow Punch
4. Tristan Risk photo
5. Colorism
6. Fortean Times
7. Gilded Serpent
8. Something's Swishy About Shark Tale: Cartoon Primes Kids with a Pro-Homosexual Message
9. Tribal Style
10. Joanne Jacobs
11. Karate Kid: The Musical
12. Lemon Party (NSFW!)
13. Female Mask Archives
14. Belly Dance With Neon
15. The Child I've Left Behind
16. Big Butts (NSFW!)
17. Questionable Content
18. Rachel Brice
19. Something Positive
20. Transvigor
21. The Wrath of the Uber Wench
22. Skating Dog
23. Church of the Creator (Don't ask)
24. XXX Church (SFW)
25. You Damn Kid
26. Dancing Pysanky

Well, that wasn't so bad, after all. I almost feel normal.

I'm Such a Lamer

I'm making more progress in my kung fu. Last night, I think I finally got the basics down for Sil Nim Tao, my first Wing Chun form. I must have missed the sessions where we went over the form in detail, because I think I'm the only advanced student in the class who doesn't know it.

Afterwards, I did some sparring. It started off well enough. I fought Pete, and next, I fought Meredith. That's when the bad thing happened. As far as I can tell, we both attempted a low roundhouse kick on one another and pranged our ankles/lower shins. I've been hobbling about ever since. I modelled this morning, and the drawing instructor asked what was wrong with my leg. I hadn't even realized I was limping. If I concentrate, I can keep the limp away, so I'd better do just that this evening. You see, I have a dance performance. If you'd like to check out my limp-free dance, come to the SUB cafeteria tonight at 7:00 on the UNB campus in Fredericton, NB. The event is an AIDS/HIV fund raiser. There will be other dancers, and multicultural entertainment. Tickets are $7 at the door.

Tomorrow, after my Ashtanga class, I'm off to Moncton for the kwoon's Christmas party and a "kung fu Olympics." Although I don't know what the events are, I'll be participating. I sure hope there's a boobie prize, because I can't see myself winning! I'll have some pretty stiff competition. In any case, I don't need to win. I'm just going to do my best and see if I can beat my own records.

Those Damned Bees

I fear tonight's performance will be less than stellar. I'm killing bees something fierce, and I'm feeling crampy, jittery, sore, weak, and unmotivated. Midol should stave off the cramps and maybe even some soreness, but it won't do squat about the rest. In the meantime, I have almost everything ready. The costume, jewellery, candles, and music are in order. I just need to get my cosmetics, contact lenses, lighter, and dance shoes packed, and I'll be ready to go.

Blargh, I say. ( Blargh! )

Yet Another Surreal Performance

Damn, my life is glamourous.

I knew from the get-go that tonight's dance gig was so poorly organized it could only be the stuff of legend. I received few communiqués. The phone calls I did receive always happened at 10:45 pm and were hurried things with little information.

So at 10:45 last night, I received another call. My ride was picking me up at 6 pm so we could do a sound/lighting check before the show at 7. I dance at 8. This was the first organized-sounding thing I'd heard. ( The cynic in me didn't believe it for a moment. )