oops i did it again
Oct. 20th, 2006 12:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Oops. I just drank a whole pot of coffee.
I know, I know, how hard is it not to drink a whole pot of coffee? You might ask that. To you I say, Damn hard, especially when you're this sleepy.
Y'all are lucky the Internet in the house went down last night just as Z got comfortable on the couch, because I had opened a window to post something and then forgot it, and very nearly posted a post that just said, "Dammit! I forgot what I was going to write here." Which, in my state of exhaustion, had seemed freaking hilarious, but in hindsight, would have been rather a waste of space.
Rollergirls practice this morning. Only five of us showed up. Glumly i realize: they'll probably cancel Friday practices. I'm now the only person who can only make it to two practices a week if they have the Friday practice. Urgh. But the flight schedules on Tuesdays have been... well, I can't rely on it. I'm scheduled until 10, and the fact that I've often made it out before 8 doesn't mean I always will.
Bah.
Practice was good, though: if for nothing else, then for the fact that the rink owner, while I was pausing to get a drink of water, said, "Are you entirely comfortable with the way your skates are adjusted?"
"Why?" I asked, a bit warily.
"Your two feet respond differently and I can't tell whether it's you or your skates."
"I have terrible problems coordinating my left foot," I said. "I'm strongly right-footed." But then comprehension dawned. "But I've only ever seriously skated on these skates."
"Can I check your trucks?"
"Please."
A few moments with a wrench, with the proper nuts and bolts loosened, and I got up and skated around the rink once. I nearly fell over from sheer shock. "Holy, er, moly," I said, mindful of the bored 11-year-old hanging on the boards watching us skate.
"That looks a bit better," the two rink employees agreed.
"I can move my left foot!" I exclaimed.
I can now do crossovers and inside-crossovers, and more importantly I can lean into turns without my skates kicking out from under me. Holy fucking shit, man, is what I was going to say. It's like... it's like i was skating with wooden blocks tied to my feet before. These now are alive, and give slightly under pressure, and bend with my intertia, and... all kinds of things I don't have words or the understanding of physics to explain, so I'll just say, It's a lot easier now for me to maintain control especially on turns, and it's a lot more comfortable to move as well.
I have to go to work and it's not that I don't want to so much as the fact that I'm feeling oogy inside and am very interested in what I was working on just now and also work is going to suck today and I just plain am not feeling it. Urrghhh. But I'm sort of trying not to whine because it's just not that interesting when I do.
I get to work with the supreme overlord-queen of whining today, so I should probably get warmed up. Yeeeha.
On another note, I need new icons. At least one for rollerskating, and I also want one with Tremaine Valiarde's line about history's favorite heroines being incompetent suicides. I had better actually install Photoshop on this machine, hm? That'd help.
I know, I know, how hard is it not to drink a whole pot of coffee? You might ask that. To you I say, Damn hard, especially when you're this sleepy.
Y'all are lucky the Internet in the house went down last night just as Z got comfortable on the couch, because I had opened a window to post something and then forgot it, and very nearly posted a post that just said, "Dammit! I forgot what I was going to write here." Which, in my state of exhaustion, had seemed freaking hilarious, but in hindsight, would have been rather a waste of space.
Rollergirls practice this morning. Only five of us showed up. Glumly i realize: they'll probably cancel Friday practices. I'm now the only person who can only make it to two practices a week if they have the Friday practice. Urgh. But the flight schedules on Tuesdays have been... well, I can't rely on it. I'm scheduled until 10, and the fact that I've often made it out before 8 doesn't mean I always will.
Bah.
Practice was good, though: if for nothing else, then for the fact that the rink owner, while I was pausing to get a drink of water, said, "Are you entirely comfortable with the way your skates are adjusted?"
"Why?" I asked, a bit warily.
"Your two feet respond differently and I can't tell whether it's you or your skates."
"I have terrible problems coordinating my left foot," I said. "I'm strongly right-footed." But then comprehension dawned. "But I've only ever seriously skated on these skates."
"Can I check your trucks?"
"Please."
A few moments with a wrench, with the proper nuts and bolts loosened, and I got up and skated around the rink once. I nearly fell over from sheer shock. "Holy, er, moly," I said, mindful of the bored 11-year-old hanging on the boards watching us skate.
"That looks a bit better," the two rink employees agreed.
"I can move my left foot!" I exclaimed.
I can now do crossovers and inside-crossovers, and more importantly I can lean into turns without my skates kicking out from under me. Holy fucking shit, man, is what I was going to say. It's like... it's like i was skating with wooden blocks tied to my feet before. These now are alive, and give slightly under pressure, and bend with my intertia, and... all kinds of things I don't have words or the understanding of physics to explain, so I'll just say, It's a lot easier now for me to maintain control especially on turns, and it's a lot more comfortable to move as well.
I have to go to work and it's not that I don't want to so much as the fact that I'm feeling oogy inside and am very interested in what I was working on just now and also work is going to suck today and I just plain am not feeling it. Urrghhh. But I'm sort of trying not to whine because it's just not that interesting when I do.
I get to work with the supreme overlord-queen of whining today, so I should probably get warmed up. Yeeeha.
On another note, I need new icons. At least one for rollerskating, and I also want one with Tremaine Valiarde's line about history's favorite heroines being incompetent suicides. I had better actually install Photoshop on this machine, hm? That'd help.
