Listening to Electric Six's album
Fire, which is over the top and silly and catchy. I don't ever find much new music so I've been listening to a lot less than normal lately. The problem with that is that I wind up with prescription-strength earworms of the most ridiculous shit, and it's caused by the stupidest, fleetingest of triggers. And I'm talking three-day nonstop earworms. Obviously I need to listen to more music in my life, but it's not easy to find new things to listen to.
'Cause I invented the night
I invented the night
I invented the night in my laborat'ry
with lust and liesE6 is most famous for their ridiculous and controversial song "Gay Bar", but it's worth mentioning that the controversial lyrics ("Let's start a nuclear war / at the gay bar!") aren't any different from the rest of the album-- they're constantly exhorting the listener to start fires, start wars, have nuclear wars, etc. in the most ludicrous of un-contexts. They seem a tad obsessed, rhetorically speaking. (The album is called "Fire" for a reason, because most of the things in it are on fire.)
Life update:
WE WON!!!!!! My team finally won a game. We hadn't won a game since midway through the 2009 season. Yes-- we went totally winless in 2010, even with a zillion amazing rookies. I felt so, so happy when we finally won, yes for our newly-drafted rookies, for several of whom it was their first bout-- but more so for the rookies we drafted last year, who've been working their asses off for about eighteen calendar months now with little to no pause, and had never until that moment had a win.
( More About Derby!! )Enough derby dorkage. What else?
The manager of the store near my house had a baby on Sunday. (Well, his fiancee did.) So I'm covering for him. That means I have a 5-minute commute instead of a 35-minute one. I don't mind this at all. I mind so little I even agreed to skip practice so that I could cover a late shift. I wasn't going anyway-- I'll be off-skates until my new kneepads come in, I think, which will give my knee time to heal. It's just a bit swollen and it would hurt to put kneepads on over it-- it would also hurt unimaginably to fall on it, so I won't. I have time to be a wuss, we don't skate again until March.
I like working at the other location because 1) the guys there aren't tired of me yet, so I can be a horrible person and not offend them yet, and 2) the heat works there so I have the opportunity to dress like a normal-ish person. Whee!
Not that I will, but I do appreciate not having to wear three pairs of tights. (Or a pair of stockings, a pair of tights, and a pair of leggings, with legwarmers and booty shorts overtop, plus a skirt, a tank top, a t-shirt, another t-shirt, and a sweater.) I'm at an awkward weight/shape at the moment-- I'm down below obese again, if you follow the Bullshit BMI-O-Meter-- isn't it funny? At 195 I have a BMI of 29, which is "overweight". At 200 I have a BMI of 30 which is "obese" and I can bona-fide contribute to Teh Obeesities Epidemic ONOZ! The difference? Usually muscle mass.
At the moment I'm lighter than normal, and smaller in the midsection, but larger in the thighs. So my pants WON'T STAY UP no matter WHAT. It's like they're on a mission to hit my knees. So i have to wear skirts most of the time. (It's weird, though; when my thighs get big but not jiggly, like they are, it's usually at my heavier points, so I'm heavier. I think the difference is that over Xmas I didn't have time for normal eating, so I've probably lost weight and broken my metabolism a little again. Blech, I hate doing that.)
Anyway. I want to do outfit blogging for February, but we'll have to see if I manage to have time. I set up the camera and a little backdrop in the basement. Maybe I'll get to it. I did take photos of my boutfit, but not the hair. Alas! We'll have to see.
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