Doom, and other such pleasant things.
So, Neffie and I have a new nickname now. According to one of the kids we watch (he's... four now, I think?) we are - the Ladies of Doom.
Yes, really. No, I do not have any idea whatsoever where he got that from. It just came out of the blue, completely unrelated to anything we'd been doing. Er, maybe we were a little tougher than usual about Enforcing the Rules today? Not a clue. It was quite adorable, though, and I've been chuckling about it all day.
Annnnd here's hoping that I can actually impress someone other than a four-year-old with my doom-bringing status. Because... I have just signed up for my first Very Srs Bsns Karate Tournament. Yep. I now have just short of a month to finish preparing my form before competing for real. 'S gonna be a team form, but... at this point I don't even know for sure who's going to be on the team. Eric, definitely. Other than that - one of my instructors might, but we don't know yet if she'll be allowed at that level. Another guy might, but we don't know if he'll be ready. So. We'll see. Kinda hard to get things properly ready at this rate, but yeah.
At the moment I'm still flip-flopping back and forth between, "Cool, this'll be fun! I can totally master this category by then." and "'Kay. I'm gonna go throw up now." Heh. The potential competition at the brown-and-striped level is kinda terrifying. But marginally less terrifying than at actual black belt level. Because... if I waited until then to actually compete in a tournament for the first time, I'd probably never do it. *dies* So you can probably expect much angsting and freaking out as it actually gets close to the date and I find out more details.
Also, I am officially on the verge of declaring all-out war on all creatures with more than four legs. Spiders? Not so bad. Don't love them in the house, but in general I can see a certain fascination in them, especially really big ones. The dream I had last night about a tarantula being in my bed was less than fun, though. It is not, however, the spiders that are pushing me over the edge. It's the centipedes.
Oh yeah, that leetle piece of dried-up dead insect I was gonna pick up with a scrap of tissue this morning? Turns out to be a very much not dead centipede, with a muuuuuuch longer body that'd been mostly hidden in a tiny hole in the wall. Not cool. That thing just kept coming. And the other mostly-drowned centipede that decided to join me in the shower? Turns out to be much more energetic than appearances would suggest when I kind-of grab it. I say "kind of" because, oh yes, I did pick it up. It just wasn't actually restrained by the piece of toilet paper I used.
Again I say: Not cool, centipedes. Very much not cool. Consider this your final warning - one more such incident and I am escalating this to a whole new level. The Lady of Doom has spoken.
Yes, really. No, I do not have any idea whatsoever where he got that from. It just came out of the blue, completely unrelated to anything we'd been doing. Er, maybe we were a little tougher than usual about Enforcing the Rules today? Not a clue. It was quite adorable, though, and I've been chuckling about it all day.
Annnnd here's hoping that I can actually impress someone other than a four-year-old with my doom-bringing status. Because... I have just signed up for my first Very Srs Bsns Karate Tournament. Yep. I now have just short of a month to finish preparing my form before competing for real. 'S gonna be a team form, but... at this point I don't even know for sure who's going to be on the team. Eric, definitely. Other than that - one of my instructors might, but we don't know yet if she'll be allowed at that level. Another guy might, but we don't know if he'll be ready. So. We'll see. Kinda hard to get things properly ready at this rate, but yeah.
At the moment I'm still flip-flopping back and forth between, "Cool, this'll be fun! I can totally master this category by then." and "'Kay. I'm gonna go throw up now." Heh. The potential competition at the brown-and-striped level is kinda terrifying. But marginally less terrifying than at actual black belt level. Because... if I waited until then to actually compete in a tournament for the first time, I'd probably never do it. *dies* So you can probably expect much angsting and freaking out as it actually gets close to the date and I find out more details.
Also, I am officially on the verge of declaring all-out war on all creatures with more than four legs. Spiders? Not so bad. Don't love them in the house, but in general I can see a certain fascination in them, especially really big ones. The dream I had last night about a tarantula being in my bed was less than fun, though. It is not, however, the spiders that are pushing me over the edge. It's the centipedes.
Oh yeah, that leetle piece of dried-up dead insect I was gonna pick up with a scrap of tissue this morning? Turns out to be a very much not dead centipede, with a muuuuuuch longer body that'd been mostly hidden in a tiny hole in the wall. Not cool. That thing just kept coming. And the other mostly-drowned centipede that decided to join me in the shower? Turns out to be much more energetic than appearances would suggest when I kind-of grab it. I say "kind of" because, oh yes, I did pick it up. It just wasn't actually restrained by the piece of toilet paper I used.
Again I say: Not cool, centipedes. Very much not cool. Consider this your final warning - one more such incident and I am escalating this to a whole new level. The Lady of Doom has spoken.