i spent friday skiing up at stevens pass. the day began with losing my goggles and gloves, but got progressively better, and not just because the bar had some lovely drinks involving hot cider and apple-flavored liquor. i remember as much about skiing as i knew last year, so that is good. i still need more leg muscles though. i have totally failed at my new year's resolution to acquire them.
i only fell once, and i took out a safety fence but didn't get hurt. if you're going to fall, fall spectacularly. i also had a toddler crash into me when i was standing still. also, i hate fourteen-year-old snowboarders; if you're going to ride at 100 mph and jump over things, why must you be on the n00b hill?
i spent all day saturday playing warcraft, the board game, at richie's house. i miss WoW more than is remotely sane, but i don't want to spend enough time playing it to justify $15/month.
unrelated to my life: trip from
albany to seattle, taken by a couple of guys in an audi covered in blue tape. so much tape.
and probably everyone knows about this, but i didn't: i had heard about the
gay penguins (okay, there are more than two gay penguins) but i didn't hear that they were trying to hatch a rock. which obviously wasn't going well. the aquarium had some extra penguin eggs that had been abandoned, and gave them one. it's a childrens' book too (which of course is causing no end of controversy with the "oh noes my pwecious children will catch teh ghey" crowd, but fuck them, it's a sweet story). the relevant penguins have since broken up (Silo is now dating a girl penguin; Roy is single, as is their daughter Tango), but actually i find that even more interesting. what on earth causes a penguin breakup?
now: to clean pigs and run off to a thanksgiving leftovers party. this whole "being social" thing is very busy.