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I've spent the past few days thinking about theology. Not real-world theology, mind you, but theology within a fictional world. It's quite interesting, to see how certain pre-existing points match up, and discovering where the mysteries lie. I'm going to keep working on it, and upon character development. I believe I'm coming up with something quite interesting. Well, it's interesting to me, at least. Whee!
Last night, I played paintball with Steph, Adam, Jordan, Kate, and Tom. Although I've decided indoor paintball is not my cuppa tea, it was still fun to run around with a gun, and to hang out with folks. The floor, with it's eleventy-billion ounces of paint bukkake, was pretty disgusting to walk on. It squelched underfoot, and if I leaned on anything or got shot, I looked like I'd been bled on by Bishop from Alien. Neck/throat shots are a real bitch, by the way, though I think my worst bruising is across my thighs. Adam decided to do one game the masochistic way, and went shirtless. Miraculously enough, he only got shot once, and that was in the arm.
Tom gave me a wicked headband with a picture of Buddy Christ and a "Killing For Jesus" motif. I'll wear it when I go for runs. I will not wear it tonight, when I go and teach my first dance class in ages.
I hope I remember how to dance. I hope I remember how to teach. Eee.
I am still wonderfully sore from pole dance class on Monday night. Although I can do chin-ups on my chin-up bar in the kitchen, I discovered I can no longer do chin-ups on the dance pole. I am ashamed. Ashamed and weak, like some girly man. I need to pump me up!
Where I have not been failing is in the walking department. I've been going on long walks to try to discover the somewhat natural parts of Kitchener. Alas, but even these pseudo-rural areas are tainted by stupid humans. A stream has a big, overstuffed chair in it. Ducks and geese swim amongst candy wrappers and worse. No matter where I walk, I seem to end up at a major intersection near a Beer Store. It must be a sign.
Time for a wish list of socks. I want all of these.
Heat Socks: These would be so useful for Hallowe'en and winter LARP events.
![[Bone socks]](https://p.dreamwidth.org/497af5567943/2919457-788089/nerdapproved.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/bonesocks.JPG)
![[Pocket socks]](https://p.dreamwidth.org/48ce928e9aab/2919457-788089/image.normthompson.com/solutions/images/us/local/products/detail/82388.jpg "[Pocket socks]")
![[Intestine socks]](https://p.dreamwidth.org/f737c47fcb3a/2919457-788089/fashionablygeek.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/intestine-socks.jpg "[Intestine socks]")
![[Boot knife socks]](https://p.dreamwidth.org/7c1f760820c5/2919457-788089/ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41T3X87KTwL._AA300_.jpg "[Boot knife socks]")
![[Anatomy socks]](https://p.dreamwidth.org/7eb81f0e624b/2919457-788089/www.likecool.com/Style/Design/Socks%20Anatomy/Socks-Anatomy.jpg "[Anatomy socks]")
Last night, I played paintball with Steph, Adam, Jordan, Kate, and Tom. Although I've decided indoor paintball is not my cuppa tea, it was still fun to run around with a gun, and to hang out with folks. The floor, with it's eleventy-billion ounces of paint bukkake, was pretty disgusting to walk on. It squelched underfoot, and if I leaned on anything or got shot, I looked like I'd been bled on by Bishop from Alien. Neck/throat shots are a real bitch, by the way, though I think my worst bruising is across my thighs. Adam decided to do one game the masochistic way, and went shirtless. Miraculously enough, he only got shot once, and that was in the arm.
Tom gave me a wicked headband with a picture of Buddy Christ and a "Killing For Jesus" motif. I'll wear it when I go for runs. I will not wear it tonight, when I go and teach my first dance class in ages.
I hope I remember how to dance. I hope I remember how to teach. Eee.
I am still wonderfully sore from pole dance class on Monday night. Although I can do chin-ups on my chin-up bar in the kitchen, I discovered I can no longer do chin-ups on the dance pole. I am ashamed. Ashamed and weak, like some girly man. I need to pump me up!
Where I have not been failing is in the walking department. I've been going on long walks to try to discover the somewhat natural parts of Kitchener. Alas, but even these pseudo-rural areas are tainted by stupid humans. A stream has a big, overstuffed chair in it. Ducks and geese swim amongst candy wrappers and worse. No matter where I walk, I seem to end up at a major intersection near a Beer Store. It must be a sign.
Time for a wish list of socks. I want all of these.
Heat Socks: These would be so useful for Hallowe'en and winter LARP events.
