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Thinking yesterday would be just another day, I biked off to kung fu class. On my way, it started snowing. Biking in the driving wind and snow is not one of my great pleasures in life, but I pressed on. Kung fu class wasn't particularly unusual, and just before I left, I talked about the perils of biking with a couple of my fellow students. Little did I know that I was just setting myself up for something. What would have been obvious foreshadowing in a book or movie just doesn't appear that way in real life.
On the way home, while biking through even heavier wind and rain, I was hit by a U-Haul cube van. I think it was the mirror that hit me. I'm very fucking lucky, because it hit my shoulder straight on from behind while I was pedalling at a good clip. It felt like a sudden, solid shove.
What does it mean that one of my very first thoughts was "I was hit harder at LARP!"?
The truck immediately pulled over, and the elderly couple inside checked to see if I was ok. I was perfectly fine (not even a bruise), and told them so before saying, "Next time, give me more room!" As if there will ever be a next time. Sheesh.
Anyhow, I drove away from the situation with delusions of grandeur. I am INVINCIBLE! After all, I was hit by a U-Haul and simply shrugged it off. How mighty is that?
Later on, I went to my first pole dance class in about a month and a half (I couldn't before because of my work schedule), and was very pleased to see I hadn't forgotten a thing. In fact, I made advances. I can now flip completely upside down with my feet out from the pole. This needs work, admittedly, but went far to exacerbate my delusions of grandeur.
A bit after class, I made my way over to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
schwartzung's so we could go over the set list for tonight. I'll be dancing with his band 8 Digital this evening. If you're so inclined, come check it out at Clinton's at 693 Bloor St. West in Toronto. I'm not entirely sure what time we're on or how much admission is, but we could be on as early as 8.
Hanging out with the boys is always entertaining. There was pizza. There was bad porn. There was the sudden appearance of Derek wearing underwear on top of his pants. There was much profanity. James was there making weapons. He finished making a kick-ass mace out of foam that I'm hoping I get the opportunity to wield. When I left, he was working on a foam frying pan forsnowy_kathryn's character. She's going to be playing a cook, and a frying pan would be the ideal weapon. I'm pretty sure she'll also be getting a couple of cleavers, too.
So now I'll give you a bit of a link dump before I finish my preparations for the day. Enjoy!
Traffic Lights Replaced by ... Courtesy?: Because sometimes anarchy makes life less nasty, brutish, and short.
Would You Eat This Cake?: My answer is a resounding YES!
Condom Song: Sort of like a Sesame Street episode for kids. Oh, those crazy Indians!
Public Harm Announcement Galleries: The talented crew at Worth 1000 did it again....
Twin girl with eight limbs to have surgery: She's the cutest spider baby you ever did see! I wonder if Vishnu is the father.... Sometimes I think India gets all of the best birth defects.
On the way home, while biking through even heavier wind and rain, I was hit by a U-Haul cube van. I think it was the mirror that hit me. I'm very fucking lucky, because it hit my shoulder straight on from behind while I was pedalling at a good clip. It felt like a sudden, solid shove.
What does it mean that one of my very first thoughts was "I was hit harder at LARP!"?
The truck immediately pulled over, and the elderly couple inside checked to see if I was ok. I was perfectly fine (not even a bruise), and told them so before saying, "Next time, give me more room!" As if there will ever be a next time. Sheesh.
Anyhow, I drove away from the situation with delusions of grandeur. I am INVINCIBLE! After all, I was hit by a U-Haul and simply shrugged it off. How mighty is that?
Later on, I went to my first pole dance class in about a month and a half (I couldn't before because of my work schedule), and was very pleased to see I hadn't forgotten a thing. In fact, I made advances. I can now flip completely upside down with my feet out from the pole. This needs work, admittedly, but went far to exacerbate my delusions of grandeur.
A bit after class, I made my way over to
schwartzung's so we could go over the set list for tonight. I'll be dancing with his band 8 Digital this evening. If you're so inclined, come check it out at Clinton's at 693 Bloor St. West in Toronto. I'm not entirely sure what time we're on or how much admission is, but we could be on as early as 8. Hanging out with the boys is always entertaining. There was pizza. There was bad porn. There was the sudden appearance of Derek wearing underwear on top of his pants. There was much profanity. James was there making weapons. He finished making a kick-ass mace out of foam that I'm hoping I get the opportunity to wield. When I left, he was working on a foam frying pan for
snowy_kathryn's character. She's going to be playing a cook, and a frying pan would be the ideal weapon. I'm pretty sure she'll also be getting a couple of cleavers, too.So now I'll give you a bit of a link dump before I finish my preparations for the day. Enjoy!
Traffic Lights Replaced by ... Courtesy?: Because sometimes anarchy makes life less nasty, brutish, and short.
Would You Eat This Cake?: My answer is a resounding YES!
Condom Song: Sort of like a Sesame Street episode for kids. Oh, those crazy Indians!
Public Harm Announcement Galleries: The talented crew at Worth 1000 did it again....
Twin girl with eight limbs to have surgery: She's the cutest spider baby you ever did see! I wonder if Vishnu is the father.... Sometimes I think India gets all of the best birth defects.
