i'm a man now thanks to you
Dec. 6th, 2006 10:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I really need a copy of the Who's Sell Out.
I don't remember my dreams from last night except that at one point I was singing publicly in a sort of impromptu way with another person, and we sort of spontaneously were trying to sing the song "Tattoo" from that album, only the version Petra Hayden did in her a cappella rendition, because I've never heard the original (how embarrassing), and my dream self had a sheet of the lyrics only I couldn't read, which I think is common in dreams. And so this morning I had to sing the whole thing in the shower just to prove I could. Not that I could sing all nine vocal parts, but I at least had the melody. But it's a more complex melody, by which I mean it has more sections, than most of the traditional tunes I do, so I think I sort of drifted off-key, which would have bothered me more except that I think I'm getting a cold again and that bothers me far more than my own vocal incompetence. (Oh, to have perfect pitch! Oh, to be able to say, "[name of tune] in A" and launch into it actually in A! Ah well. I'm reasonably content that I can, for the most part, go through an entire song and end in the same key I started in, except apparently Who songs in the shower.)
I am still unable to find "skater skirts" because they're not called that. One of my teammates linked to sites with tennis skirts and running skirts but they weren't what I was thinking of either.
Sadly, the thing I liked best that she linked to (in our discussion of team uniforms) was Sourpuss Clothing, which had all KINDS of little skirts like I was thinking of. But their sizing guidelines: L, their largest size, is a 31" waist. And while I'm feeling pretty lean and mean lately, I still would be in a world made of sad if I tried to squeeze myself into a 31" waist. ESPECIALLY if I intended to attempt to move my body after having done so. I have just now measured, and if I pull the tape tight, I'm 33"; but at the level most people's waists are (I'm a pretty smooth pear-shape with my smallest point being my ribcage, sadly enough) I'm more like 37". A miniskirt with a 31" waist would have to be fastened so far up on my body that the lower hem wouldn't even cover my hips.
Sigh. C'est la vie. I hope the rest of the team doesn't say hey, let's buy our uniforms at Sourpuss, because I'm going to have to speak up and say, Guys, I'm too fat to shop there, which would be embarrassing. I think I'm probably the chubbiest person on the team, although I know there are one or two other girls with varying shynesses about their figures.
Argh, I didn't mean to blather about being fat. it's uninteresting, and I hated myself when last Sunday we were all watching footage shot of ourselves and other girls were saying 'Man I've lost so much weight!' (OMG![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rootsnradicals in particular, from behind the other night I mistook her for Holly Lulu; now I can only reliably ID her by the odd squeak her skate trucks make when she crosses over) and I couldn't help but say, 'I look pretty damn chubby.' I haven't been working any less hard than the others!! But I think I already had a pretty high activity level; i'm not going to lose weight just from a little more working out. But I digress. See, I'm doing it again! I don't mean to. It's not really interesting to me either but I can't help doing it.
Another interesting thing I noticed as we were watching roller derby bout footage was how little most of the other teams were. Not only were they mostly skinny girls, they were all short-- even the odd "fat girl" was usually under 5'6", which is what I consider "not short" height. [I know the average height of a woman, statistically, in this country, is 5'5", but most of my friends in high school were 5'6" or 5'7", so I consider myself 'normal height' and anyone bigger is tall, and anyone smaller is short.] So I wonder: is it beneficial to be small, for roller derby? My experience hasn't borne this out-- the girl who is probably our smallest happens to be a hell of a skater, so she can sneak through gaps in the defense but her speed is more beneficial than her diminutive size. Other girls who are small mostly are at a disadvantage when a larger girl hits them. It seems to me that a team would benefit from having a larger average size than the other team, all other things being equal; but size itself, in real life, would e just about the last selecting factor. Or is it just that my life sampling is artificially skewed in making me believe that 5' 6" and about 170 pounds is a normal size, and maybe there just aren't that many girls that size out there? These are all like 5'4" 120-pound girls I'm talking about in these bout videos, with the odd 6' 180-pound freak and the occasional 200-pound 5'4"-er, whereas my own league seems to have a lot more girls of what I consider "normal" size. But then, I have no skill at physics, so I couldn't tell you where the advantage lies. Maybe Manhattan and Tucson just have a lot smaller female population, or perhaps only the petite pretty girls feel the need to do roller derby?
Hah, I just got the confirmation for my dental insurance election. It goes into effect Jan 1. It costs me $1.62 a week. I thought it would be more.
I don't think I mentioned that the other day I spent 1 3/4 hours on the phone with Wild Bill of Pro-Designed. I want to buy his kneepads. i have to wait for the money to go through to PayPal. I just realized that the math he did over the phone to tell me the price was wrong and I have to do another funds transfer to cover it. Dammit! I'm going to email him and point it out. Although we're about to pick team colors so I should wait for that as well.
I also keep meaning to email my brother-in-law, who is a financial planner and has offered to give me financial advice. He's new and need clients; I'm dumb and need advice; it's a match made in heaven. But I don't think I could really explain that my financial goals include getting fired from my job and becoming a famous novelist, because that's unlikely at best to actually happen. Oh well.
I should go get ready for work. I don't want to. I was going to write a whole witty, pithy entry here. It hasn't worked. You guys flatter me by saying my whining is funny-- last night a customer listened to my tale of how I came to hate Sam Adams Boston Lager (following an incident wherein a customer gestured a couple 20-ouncers of it right off my tray into my chest, filling my shoes with beer with four hours left on my shift) and told me I should be a stand-up comedian. No, I said, it's just a good story.
I just have to collect myself, and it's not working. I was going to write about my writing goals, but I sort of don't have any right now. But! I just remembered I'm on vacation next week, so I think I'm going to tear apart and rebuild Barbarians_Novel then.
What I need is a trusted couple of betareaders. How do professional authors find these? Urgh. I just need someone to help me with plotting and pacing. Otherwise I do this-- write an 180,000-word novel to tell an 80,000-word story. But I've no idea where to even find someone-- the writing groups around here seem inaccessible or hopelessly amateurish, and I really don't have time for another social group right now. Rollergirls takes up way too much time.
Sigh. I'm whining again. Must go get dressed for work.
I don't remember my dreams from last night except that at one point I was singing publicly in a sort of impromptu way with another person, and we sort of spontaneously were trying to sing the song "Tattoo" from that album, only the version Petra Hayden did in her a cappella rendition, because I've never heard the original (how embarrassing), and my dream self had a sheet of the lyrics only I couldn't read, which I think is common in dreams. And so this morning I had to sing the whole thing in the shower just to prove I could. Not that I could sing all nine vocal parts, but I at least had the melody. But it's a more complex melody, by which I mean it has more sections, than most of the traditional tunes I do, so I think I sort of drifted off-key, which would have bothered me more except that I think I'm getting a cold again and that bothers me far more than my own vocal incompetence. (Oh, to have perfect pitch! Oh, to be able to say, "[name of tune] in A" and launch into it actually in A! Ah well. I'm reasonably content that I can, for the most part, go through an entire song and end in the same key I started in, except apparently Who songs in the shower.)
I am still unable to find "skater skirts" because they're not called that. One of my teammates linked to sites with tennis skirts and running skirts but they weren't what I was thinking of either.
Sadly, the thing I liked best that she linked to (in our discussion of team uniforms) was Sourpuss Clothing, which had all KINDS of little skirts like I was thinking of. But their sizing guidelines: L, their largest size, is a 31" waist. And while I'm feeling pretty lean and mean lately, I still would be in a world made of sad if I tried to squeeze myself into a 31" waist. ESPECIALLY if I intended to attempt to move my body after having done so. I have just now measured, and if I pull the tape tight, I'm 33"; but at the level most people's waists are (I'm a pretty smooth pear-shape with my smallest point being my ribcage, sadly enough) I'm more like 37". A miniskirt with a 31" waist would have to be fastened so far up on my body that the lower hem wouldn't even cover my hips.
Sigh. C'est la vie. I hope the rest of the team doesn't say hey, let's buy our uniforms at Sourpuss, because I'm going to have to speak up and say, Guys, I'm too fat to shop there, which would be embarrassing. I think I'm probably the chubbiest person on the team, although I know there are one or two other girls with varying shynesses about their figures.
Argh, I didn't mean to blather about being fat. it's uninteresting, and I hated myself when last Sunday we were all watching footage shot of ourselves and other girls were saying 'Man I've lost so much weight!' (OMG
rootsnradicals in particular, from behind the other night I mistook her for Holly Lulu; now I can only reliably ID her by the odd squeak her skate trucks make when she crosses over) and I couldn't help but say, 'I look pretty damn chubby.' I haven't been working any less hard than the others!! But I think I already had a pretty high activity level; i'm not going to lose weight just from a little more working out. But I digress. See, I'm doing it again! I don't mean to. It's not really interesting to me either but I can't help doing it.Another interesting thing I noticed as we were watching roller derby bout footage was how little most of the other teams were. Not only were they mostly skinny girls, they were all short-- even the odd "fat girl" was usually under 5'6", which is what I consider "not short" height. [I know the average height of a woman, statistically, in this country, is 5'5", but most of my friends in high school were 5'6" or 5'7", so I consider myself 'normal height' and anyone bigger is tall, and anyone smaller is short.] So I wonder: is it beneficial to be small, for roller derby? My experience hasn't borne this out-- the girl who is probably our smallest happens to be a hell of a skater, so she can sneak through gaps in the defense but her speed is more beneficial than her diminutive size. Other girls who are small mostly are at a disadvantage when a larger girl hits them. It seems to me that a team would benefit from having a larger average size than the other team, all other things being equal; but size itself, in real life, would e just about the last selecting factor. Or is it just that my life sampling is artificially skewed in making me believe that 5' 6" and about 170 pounds is a normal size, and maybe there just aren't that many girls that size out there? These are all like 5'4" 120-pound girls I'm talking about in these bout videos, with the odd 6' 180-pound freak and the occasional 200-pound 5'4"-er, whereas my own league seems to have a lot more girls of what I consider "normal" size. But then, I have no skill at physics, so I couldn't tell you where the advantage lies. Maybe Manhattan and Tucson just have a lot smaller female population, or perhaps only the petite pretty girls feel the need to do roller derby?
Hah, I just got the confirmation for my dental insurance election. It goes into effect Jan 1. It costs me $1.62 a week. I thought it would be more.
I don't think I mentioned that the other day I spent 1 3/4 hours on the phone with Wild Bill of Pro-Designed. I want to buy his kneepads. i have to wait for the money to go through to PayPal. I just realized that the math he did over the phone to tell me the price was wrong and I have to do another funds transfer to cover it. Dammit! I'm going to email him and point it out. Although we're about to pick team colors so I should wait for that as well.
I also keep meaning to email my brother-in-law, who is a financial planner and has offered to give me financial advice. He's new and need clients; I'm dumb and need advice; it's a match made in heaven. But I don't think I could really explain that my financial goals include getting fired from my job and becoming a famous novelist, because that's unlikely at best to actually happen. Oh well.
I should go get ready for work. I don't want to. I was going to write a whole witty, pithy entry here. It hasn't worked. You guys flatter me by saying my whining is funny-- last night a customer listened to my tale of how I came to hate Sam Adams Boston Lager (following an incident wherein a customer gestured a couple 20-ouncers of it right off my tray into my chest, filling my shoes with beer with four hours left on my shift) and told me I should be a stand-up comedian. No, I said, it's just a good story.
I just have to collect myself, and it's not working. I was going to write about my writing goals, but I sort of don't have any right now. But! I just remembered I'm on vacation next week, so I think I'm going to tear apart and rebuild Barbarians_Novel then.
What I need is a trusted couple of betareaders. How do professional authors find these? Urgh. I just need someone to help me with plotting and pacing. Otherwise I do this-- write an 180,000-word novel to tell an 80,000-word story. But I've no idea where to even find someone-- the writing groups around here seem inaccessible or hopelessly amateurish, and I really don't have time for another social group right now. Rollergirls takes up way too much time.
Sigh. I'm whining again. Must go get dressed for work.
