Five things. Again.
I got memed by spartanwerewolf - five things picked from my interests that I must explain.
Cryptozoology: What can I say, I dig weird animals. And I like animals that are so weird they don't really exist - especially old-school mythological and/or Dark Ages ones. They don't have to be real, I don't care if they are, I just like them as concepts. One of my favorites is the Vegetable Lamb - go look it up.
The Bolts: Are my hockey team. And they're not just my hockey team because of geography. My first Lightning game was the season before Vinny got drafted, so I've seen him develop -- which, in this age of People Never Staying Put, is awesome. Marty too. Saw them win the Cup, saw them end a season dead last. Playoffs, mid-season grind, good games, bad games, wandering Montreal fans, crazy drunks, all of it. And on a more gooshy note, hockey is, I think, the thing that's kept Dave and I as close as we are, through all the moves and life-changes and falling off the radar for 8 months at a go - because there's always hockey to talk about. Through hockey, I have my non-brother -- or, through my non-brother, I have hockey? It goes both ways.
Steve Irwin: Is totally one of my heroes. When I was a little kid, I was ADDICTED to nature shows. Still am; it's just as good as hockey at getting me to hush up and go zombie in front of a television. Steve brought so much energy and fun to it, because it wasn't just sneaking around and watching animals, it was interacting with them and - yeah, pissing them off - but he made the giving of information about animals highly entertaining, and people came out of the show knowing more than they did. And yeah, I admit, I cried when he died. He falls into the same category as Jim Henson and Mr. Rogers. Totally awesome people who taught me a hell of a lot and (I think) made me better for having paid attention. Plus, I know all about alligators and crocodiles now!
Edible ball bearings: A somewhat-subtle Doctor Who reference. Also, shiny candy is good!
Failing at yoga: I'm a clumsy kluzty spaz, and most of the time Riley barges in to try to help, and until the Mandara arrives I'm on a mat that stretches under my feet. There's no ego in yoga, and there's no perfectionism - at least, there's not supposed to be. So whenever I fuck up, which is often, I just remind myself that I am not an expert at yoga, I am an expert at failing at yoga and then whatever I did seems okay because I didn't dislocate anything. If I fail at failing at yoga, then I am doing well. It's kind of a backwards way to look at it, but generally, I am kind of a backwards person. So that's okay.
If you want to be tagged with five interests to explain, let me know.
Cryptozoology: What can I say, I dig weird animals. And I like animals that are so weird they don't really exist - especially old-school mythological and/or Dark Ages ones. They don't have to be real, I don't care if they are, I just like them as concepts. One of my favorites is the Vegetable Lamb - go look it up.
The Bolts: Are my hockey team. And they're not just my hockey team because of geography. My first Lightning game was the season before Vinny got drafted, so I've seen him develop -- which, in this age of People Never Staying Put, is awesome. Marty too. Saw them win the Cup, saw them end a season dead last. Playoffs, mid-season grind, good games, bad games, wandering Montreal fans, crazy drunks, all of it. And on a more gooshy note, hockey is, I think, the thing that's kept Dave and I as close as we are, through all the moves and life-changes and falling off the radar for 8 months at a go - because there's always hockey to talk about. Through hockey, I have my non-brother -- or, through my non-brother, I have hockey? It goes both ways.
Steve Irwin: Is totally one of my heroes. When I was a little kid, I was ADDICTED to nature shows. Still am; it's just as good as hockey at getting me to hush up and go zombie in front of a television. Steve brought so much energy and fun to it, because it wasn't just sneaking around and watching animals, it was interacting with them and - yeah, pissing them off - but he made the giving of information about animals highly entertaining, and people came out of the show knowing more than they did. And yeah, I admit, I cried when he died. He falls into the same category as Jim Henson and Mr. Rogers. Totally awesome people who taught me a hell of a lot and (I think) made me better for having paid attention. Plus, I know all about alligators and crocodiles now!
Edible ball bearings: A somewhat-subtle Doctor Who reference. Also, shiny candy is good!
Failing at yoga: I'm a clumsy kluzty spaz, and most of the time Riley barges in to try to help, and until the Mandara arrives I'm on a mat that stretches under my feet. There's no ego in yoga, and there's no perfectionism - at least, there's not supposed to be. So whenever I fuck up, which is often, I just remind myself that I am not an expert at yoga, I am an expert at failing at yoga and then whatever I did seems okay because I didn't dislocate anything. If I fail at failing at yoga, then I am doing well. It's kind of a backwards way to look at it, but generally, I am kind of a backwards person. So that's okay.
If you want to be tagged with five interests to explain, let me know.