Fannish and other
I watched The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina over the last couple of weekends. I liked it, but was also vaguely annoyed throughout much of it. I like most of the characters, and the premise and story are both reasonably interesting, and the comedy they put in occasionally is good...but. The witches. Are they Satanists or Libertarians? Cult or ethnic group? 'Cause TPTB are making it hard to tell.
I mean, the witches are cannibals who worship someone who is obviously the Christian devil, but they also claim it's not because they're evil but because they value free will (that they have inexplicably given up to be subservient to a goat-dude with a penchant for force over choice). Huh? Adding to that inconsistency is that Sabrina had to choose the mortal or witch world on her 16th birthday, but she's somehow still a witch after she refuses to sign the book. (I guess this is due to Satan really really wanting her to pledge herself to him, but it nagged at me for multiple episodes until that was revealed.)
That said, it set things up nicely for the second season, namely with ZELDA STEALING A WITCH BABY TO RAISE BWAHAHAHAHA. (I only know Miranda Otto from LOTR, so Eowyn as a snarky, bitchy witch auntie is unexpected and delightful.) But also Hilda has her adorable romance (so sad Gaeta Dr. Cerberus is presumably evil), and the high schoolers are discovering new powers or ghostly relatives or whatnot, and Ambrose continues being awesome, and Sabrina...is there. (I kid, somewhat. She's not that dull, but less interesting than the above.)
But we can all agree the "Feast of Feasts" episode was totally bonkers, right? Just...wut. What even was that? I'm going to just pretend it didn't happen...
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I got the fourth iteration of my custom skates back a couple of weeks ago, and they are indeed much closer approximations of my feet than the previous three tries. They actually have enough width in the ball and toes, and enough depth in the toebox, and a wide enough tongue to encompass my massive instep and beefy ankles. I've been able to go progressively 3-5 minutes longer at each session before my feet go numb, so I'm up to 20 minutes as of today. I can't repeat that after taking them off and putting them back on (at that point I only get 5-10 minutes), which is unfortunate, but perhaps I can one day get to an hour.
They were ever so slightly too long, but I fixed that myself by wearing an Achilles tendon gel sock thing, which pushes my foot forward just enough to be in the right spot over the blade. Nicely, it also prevents the back of the boot from cutting into the back of my ankle, as it was doing before I started wearing these.
The blade still feels very weird, but that could be because on my old one, I had BF shave down the drag pick to keep the relationship between pick and rocker accurate as the rocker flattened out, and now I have both pick and rocker back. Nevertheless, I finally managed a spin on Tuesday where I didn't feel like I was inches from death, so. Yay. I have sit and scratch spins kind of back, and I've attempted some laybacks, but no camels. Part of my spin trouble may also be that I'm going at turtle speed for everything due to THINGS FEELING DIFFERENT, so as I adjust to the new skates they may get better. One thing that may get better faster is back spin, because we've mounted the right blade farther in than it was on my old skates, and I could tell I'm actually hitting the right spot and getting my weight over it on my attempts today.
I accomplished weeny versions of waltz jump, salchow, and toe loop today(!) as well. It's been a long time since I jumped, so that was exciting. I don't think I want to go back to beating my head against a wall with the other jumps, at least not until I master back spin, but I'd like to retain these.
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My right shoulder hasn't really been right since I took a fall about two months ago and wrenched it trying to protect my head. It's now gotten harder to ignore. It might be the AS deciding to attack a new joint, or it might be 34 years of bad posture and sitting in front of a computer catching up with me. I should probably see someone about it, but I know they'll prescribe physical therapy, and as a five-time PT veteran, I have enough exercises I'm supposed to do four times a week for the rest of my life. I don't want more. :(
(On the other hand, I need to continue using a computer mouse to retain gainful employment, so I may have to anyway. Ugh.)
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I mean, the witches are cannibals who worship someone who is obviously the Christian devil, but they also claim it's not because they're evil but because they value free will (that they have inexplicably given up to be subservient to a goat-dude with a penchant for force over choice). Huh? Adding to that inconsistency is that Sabrina had to choose the mortal or witch world on her 16th birthday, but she's somehow still a witch after she refuses to sign the book. (I guess this is due to Satan really really wanting her to pledge herself to him, but it nagged at me for multiple episodes until that was revealed.)
That said, it set things up nicely for the second season, namely with ZELDA STEALING A WITCH BABY TO RAISE BWAHAHAHAHA. (I only know Miranda Otto from LOTR, so Eowyn as a snarky, bitchy witch auntie is unexpected and delightful.) But also Hilda has her adorable romance (so sad Gaeta Dr. Cerberus is presumably evil), and the high schoolers are discovering new powers or ghostly relatives or whatnot, and Ambrose continues being awesome, and Sabrina...is there. (I kid, somewhat. She's not that dull, but less interesting than the above.)
But we can all agree the "Feast of Feasts" episode was totally bonkers, right? Just...wut. What even was that? I'm going to just pretend it didn't happen...
*
I got the fourth iteration of my custom skates back a couple of weeks ago, and they are indeed much closer approximations of my feet than the previous three tries. They actually have enough width in the ball and toes, and enough depth in the toebox, and a wide enough tongue to encompass my massive instep and beefy ankles. I've been able to go progressively 3-5 minutes longer at each session before my feet go numb, so I'm up to 20 minutes as of today. I can't repeat that after taking them off and putting them back on (at that point I only get 5-10 minutes), which is unfortunate, but perhaps I can one day get to an hour.
They were ever so slightly too long, but I fixed that myself by wearing an Achilles tendon gel sock thing, which pushes my foot forward just enough to be in the right spot over the blade. Nicely, it also prevents the back of the boot from cutting into the back of my ankle, as it was doing before I started wearing these.
The blade still feels very weird, but that could be because on my old one, I had BF shave down the drag pick to keep the relationship between pick and rocker accurate as the rocker flattened out, and now I have both pick and rocker back. Nevertheless, I finally managed a spin on Tuesday where I didn't feel like I was inches from death, so. Yay. I have sit and scratch spins kind of back, and I've attempted some laybacks, but no camels. Part of my spin trouble may also be that I'm going at turtle speed for everything due to THINGS FEELING DIFFERENT, so as I adjust to the new skates they may get better. One thing that may get better faster is back spin, because we've mounted the right blade farther in than it was on my old skates, and I could tell I'm actually hitting the right spot and getting my weight over it on my attempts today.
I accomplished weeny versions of waltz jump, salchow, and toe loop today(!) as well. It's been a long time since I jumped, so that was exciting. I don't think I want to go back to beating my head against a wall with the other jumps, at least not until I master back spin, but I'd like to retain these.
*
My right shoulder hasn't really been right since I took a fall about two months ago and wrenched it trying to protect my head. It's now gotten harder to ignore. It might be the AS deciding to attack a new joint, or it might be 34 years of bad posture and sitting in front of a computer catching up with me. I should probably see someone about it, but I know they'll prescribe physical therapy, and as a five-time PT veteran, I have enough exercises I'm supposed to do four times a week for the rest of my life. I don't want more. :(
(On the other hand, I need to continue using a computer mouse to retain gainful employment, so I may have to anyway. Ugh.)
This entry was originally posted at https://icepixie.dreamwidth.org/1039045.html. It has
comments over there.