December 11th, 2006
|03:00 pm - Fencing, and got some things done for a change. . .|
advance, lunge with parry five. riposte. recover retreat retreat parry three. riposte. counter-riposte. point-in-line disengage. parry four. advance advance advance false prepare retreat. attack in prep. touch.I have been paying attention to the memories of my body recently, the way the muscle memory retains itself even after a full five years almost of not donning a fencing mask. The above is what my body wants to do. Right now. It is a total body memory, but it is not something remembered, but something felt. My body feels that right now, that is the correct action to take.
My muscles twitch and pull at my mind. I shouldn't be sitting at my desk: I should be standing with my right side forward, my hand holding the sabre, protected by the guard on my three and twitching the tip of the blade in a circle should four or five be threatened.
I'm looking for the attack parry riposte counter-parry counter-riposte action. My body wants that more than anything right now.
Over the weekend I managed to complete a few things, particularly these:
I'm interested in seeing the movie Redhead, which is currently playing at Studio 35 all week. It's playing at 11 PM, though, which is feckin' late for me.
- I have blanks with which to make a set of runes specifically for the Grove.
- I have made the blanks romandruid requested for her divination set (bring 'em by on Saturday?)
- My kitchen floor is less cluttered, as is my kitchen counter.
- I went to the zoo on Saturday night.
- I watched movies with creaturetamer and tesinth for most of Sunday on the 100 inch projection screen currently in my basement.
- I cleaned the mouse cages and took care of Tina's menagerie.
It's odd that I managed to finish anything this weekend; I so rarely do.
I'm expecting some mail in the near future, which will then allow me to set a date for me to start working on something new. Part of me is afraid of new things: I always have been, on many levels. But a deeper part of me has always managed to push through that fear, to not be cowed by those who want to shove me back down to where I was.
At work, the guy four levels above me is leaving, which means potential reorganization where I work. I don't know what that means, except that I'm hoping my distance is far enough that should restructuring take place, I'm not structured right out of a job.
I'm pretty sure I need another vacation. Fortunately, one comes up very soon: barely two weeks.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: quixotic
Current Music: "Sail On Sailor", -JB
I really resonate with this entry on fencing, although my memories are of karate and kata. I'd planned on going to the arboretum to practice such movements for the first time in a year and a half before I left, but not having a car made that really difficult.
Now, back to cleaning out under the work bench in the basement to surprise my dad... *shudders all over* I have never been so squicked at the decaying remains of fivebugsfucking and other abominations in my life. Our house is so clean, and yet the darkest reaches of the basement are downright Cthuloud... *shivers again* I love my daddy and I love surprise, but I'll stop as soon as I start hearing shoggoths. That's where I draw the line. >.
They are totally cute and cuddly:
*blinks* Is that a shoggoth? I thought they'd be a bit more... I dunno.. substantial. How do they make those little noises if they're just a big ball of tongues, hm? Looks like if it tried to enunciate anything it'd go pfftfhtthhhpfftt because it's tongues are too big.
Hear them first, then tell me that they're unimpressive.
Whatever, it's all creepy. The stuff I'm finding here in my basement is worse, though, because it's dried. And so, it's like Cthuloid stuff out of its natural habitat. Which is far from comforting, because I prefer it a billion miles away in the trenches of the ocean. My basement is a little too close for me. I also have been doing this since I woke up, so I feel extra vulnerable in my pajamas. :x
Too late to turn back now, though... wish I had a freakin yellow sign... :x
|Date:||December 11th, 2006 09:50 pm (UTC)|| |
Better dried than running at you to attack!