Gawd, I'm easily amused...

Another image from the LiveJournal feed.

I'm cracking up.

Holy Crap!

Uh, bad pun.

I decided to google myself today.

Alright, c'mon, you know you do it, too.

Anyway, some surprising results came up.

First, I'm listed on Yahoo!'s little entertainment equivalent to the imdb. Of course, all the credits listed on there are really old and I don't list any of them on my resume due to severe sucktitude.

This-here blog is high up on the list, but it's below this site. Which was a very pleasant surprise to be part of. Wow, my stuff is slowly getting out into the world!

There's also some hideously old stuff related to Siggraph, and then there's the On Deck auction I did last year.

Huh!

Then it's the altered ego's turn. This blog entry from the Character Road trip show cracked me up. The rest of the results are a bunch of MySpace appearances and tribe.net stuff. Weird, since I hardly go on tribe.net anymore.

Today was a nice, lazy, do-nothing day. At least I showered, but that's about it. Oh wait, I made an appointment to have the oil changed in my car, too. I'm practically in a coma. It's great!

It's OK

Last night was the big bout between LA and Texas. Texas won on our own turf.

But it's OK.

On Thursday during a practice scrimmage each team had a player taken out due to injury. An LA skater got a multiple fracture in her ankle and foot. A Texas skater splintered the bone behind her knee after falling over little ol' me. Last night each team also had injuries...our own Jihad was blocked into the kickrail, and in the process her shin was scraped down to exposed bone. Insert painful wince here. One of the Texas skaters got a skate to the rib, and it may have a hairline fracture. Dayum.

But they'll be OK.

We are a very defense-oriented league; our blocking can be very good. But the majority of our team was off their game just enough to make things difficult for ourselves. Texas' defense was alright, but their jammers were just amazingly fast and they were able to outrun our blockers almost every jam. We have a lot to learn about our jammers...we have no one that compares to their top jammers and we need to fix that.

But it's OK.

The referee crew seemed disorganized and very inconsistent with their calls. Each team were called on the same amount of penalties, but there were times that each team either got over-penalized, or under-penalized. I had some screaming fits with them over points disputes and I think the league needs to overhaul who's reffing and what kind of requirements are needed to ref.

But it's OK.

Our team manager(who managed to fuck up our lineups at one point and seemed to show favoritism towards a player who shouldn't have been played as much as she was) broke my favorite clipboard. It shouldn't be anything to even think about, but I used that clipboard all last season for my team, and it sucks that I don't have that superstitious token of winning in my mind. I now have to search for a replacement, which annoys me because I got the original clipboard under unusual circumstances.

But it's OK.

I'm feeling somewhat serene at the moment. I got to have a quick talk with someone with whom I didn't think I'd get the chance to chat with about past grievances in the league, and I got to apologize to her. It made a world of difference in my attitude. And she seemed to appreciate it, which is even better.

It's one of those instances where I realize that we all can have quite an effect on others.

Now I gotta get back to reality and go back to the track to help clean up. Having the afterparty at the track is, IMO, not a great idea. Mopping the floor because of beer spillage isn't fun!

Done

Welcome to the last Derby Dolls flyer I'll be doing for the forseeable future. Click on it to see its bigger grandness.

Don't blink though...this won't be the version that'll end up being used officially. Glory in it now, by gawd.

I got an email from Mudsock saying that Junyer the 2nd Mudsock Esq. was finally born yesterday. Woohoo! Well, actually, I think Junyer arrived right on time, but for awhile they thought that he'd put in an early appearance because he was getting huge. Starfish must be mighty relieved! Everyone is healthy and happy, too.

What a busy week this will be. Derby practice, derby practice, derby practice. Play against Texas on Saturday, then more derby practice for the Feb. 10 bout. I'm already burnt.

I need to get back into the drawing thing big time. I've let myself rot creatively and physically. I'm wholly uninspired right now. Which is a bad thing if I want to continue being a so-called artist. So now I have to figure out how to reignite myself.

Got any ideas?

I'm Done

I think I can stop going to any other site, now that someone has posted this link for my entertainment.

Alright, it's not just for my entertainment, but I'm laughing anyway.

Another funny link: pithy boyfriend


After the husband complained that I'm still doing too much derby crap, I decided that I'm going to step back from doing art for the league. A variety of reasoning stands behind this, and so I think that I'd rather be bored than be pissed off all to hell in frustration. Besides, I have toilet seats to paint.

My derby diet won't start too soon though...tonight I have a team dinner. Saturday night the husband and I will drive to Irvine for a bout between the Inland Empire league and one of the Orange County leagues that I can't keep straight. Sunday is practicepracticepractice for the LA vs. TX bout next weekend. Then two weeks after that is the start of our regular season, in which my team is playing. Whoa boy.

Now I just gotta work on getting another job...

C-c-c-cold!!!!

One of the husband's greatest fantasties is to have it get cold and wet enough in LA to have snow.

BAD idea!!

Why?

Because then we'd have idiots do things like try to drive in it. See example:




And that's just Portland! Think how much more screwy it would be in LA!

So the drizzle today is nice, but if it gets to freezing and black ice, I'm staying HOME!

My favorite

Everyone has their favorites.

Their favorite shows, their favorite bands, their favorite food, their favorite shoes, their favorite sites that they check on the internet every time they sit in front of a computer.

For me, there's a favorite thread on a favorite site that I check out multiple times daily. It's brilliant in its simplicity. It's a site that shows the latest photos uploaded to Livejournal. It's unbelievable what people post online. And utterly brilliant.

You can see stuff like this:
















Or like this:





















Or, uh, like this:

















And, this:

















But my absolute favorite of the favorites are the cats:


















Apparently the "I'm in ur_________, ________in' ur ________" leet speak series started with some online gaming stuff. Or so I've been told. And I believe everything that I'm told. Anyway, someone takes funny cat photos and adds funny captions and I'm entertained for DAYS.

That's right, I'm part of the lowest common denominator. Ha!

Someone Has Some 'Splainin' to do...

See this moron to the left in the photo? If you know him, tell him his days are numbered.

This photo is of him riding on his bicycle on our track.

Thing is, the little peckerhead doesn't have permission to do so. He came in at some "off" time when the Dolls weren't there as if he owned the place and did his thing.

There are now 100 pissed off women who know how to knock people down very efficiently who want to meet this turdburglar.

The mall security and the cops have been informed, btw. Good thing the moron left PHOTOS of his misdeed.

EDIT: I guess this post has been picked up by the search engines, as I'm now getting anonymous comments about it(after alllll these months!), all in support of the douchebag hipster in the photos.

Guess what?

I'm not publishing any of the comments, you wussies. Trespassing isn't cool, being a douchebag with someone else's property isn't cool, and acting as if you're entitled to be a douchebag with that someone else's property(who BUILT that property using their own hands, btw.) just makes you look like the, well, DOUCHEBAG you already are. So please, fuck off and go back to finding that exceptional pair of corduroy pants that goes with your pathetically trendy fixed-gear bike and go get hit by a pissed-off commuter in Silverlake, mkay?

Reverse Psychology

Fuxxing wind.

It's back. I'm peeved. The stoopid cats started crawling all over the bed sometime in the middle of the night when the wind kicked up again. This lack-of-sleep thing due to the most hated weather pattern of the season is grating on me.

Would a little rain in this non-existant rainy season be too much to ask? I mean, really. The weatherpeople keep predicting in Chicken Little-esque squawks about the rain that we're supposed to get, and instead we get more goddam wind. Cold wind, on top of it. ARGH.

So I suggest to the chickens that they start predicting more sun and wind so that we get some rain for once. C'mon, it'll be fun.

Today the mouse on the computer is malfunctioning. The "back" and "forward" buttons on it don't work anymore, and the software for the mouse is now gone from the computer. How that happened, I don't know, but it's not helping my bad mood at all.

Yesterday my mood was much better. Kaboom and I got to do an interview for a local sports show in Long Beach called Pep Talk. The two hosts are older gentlemen of the usual sport-talk type; one was in the 1972 Super Bowl and has the ring to prove it and the other guy...well, I don't know what he did but he wore a loud shirt. Upon first meeting them before the show taping I thought, Oh GAWD, this is going to be tedious, but luckily I was very wrong. The Super Bowl guy brought his mom, Virginia, to the taping. She's hilarious. She asked better interview questions than the hosts did. Sharp as a tack and was horrified to find out that DIY derby can't pay for health insurance yet. "You need sponsors!" she said. Yes, we do.

On the set we cracked a lot of jokes during the interview, and we got to promote our season and our sponsorship options, so our interview came off as very lively. There were two guests on after us; a women's water polo coach(she was shy and didn't talk to us very much), and a world-class bicyclist who is friends with a famous actor's son and wants to come to one of our bouts. Both of their interviews were more staid and typical of a sports talk show.

Afterwards Kaboom, Jenna Tailya(Derby Doll secretary and all-around awesome person) and I went to lunch. During lunch Jenna got a call from the Pep Talk producer (who wasn't able to be at the show taping) who heard that we were a lot of fun. Hooray for us!

As if that wasn't enough fun, I had to take my skates to the local skate shop for some maintenance. I found out that I need new axles, but the guy didn't charge me for the work he did on my much-abused skates. So I gave him some Derby Doll stickers and happily went to practice where I got to torture the girls who will be trying out for our subpool next week. Yay, me!

I'm sleepy now.

Wind

Of all the weather conditions that I normally experience here in SoCal, I hatehatehate wind most of all.

Yesterday was nice. Started sunny, got cloudy, started drizzling by the time I got in the car and drove downtown to derby practice. Since we've had little to no rain this rain season, I was quite delighted.

Sometime after midnight I was woken up by the frenetic jangling of the neighbor's windchimes and our lymphomic cat skittering all over the bed. The wind had decided to let its presence be known.

Fawwwwwwwk.

So I got up, put a jacket on, and meandered out to the backyard so that I could retrieve the one thing back there that I was afraid would blow away...the trampoline cover.

Yes, I have a trampoline in my backyard. I rock.

After that was done, I couldn't get back to sleep. The cats continued to annoy the bejeezus out of me by crawling all over the place and not settling down. The husband apparently was able to sleep through that. I couldn't. I didn't get any sleep the night before, either, so I'm in a charming mood.

Today it's still windy. Supposedly the power is out in areas all over SoCal. I wouldn't know, as I haven't turned on a tv or radio today. If I didn't have to take the lymphomic cat to the vet and go to a derby meeting, I'd just hide in bed all day.

I still have one toilet seat commission to do, along with a travel case to paint. Then there's the derby artwork that needs finishing so that I can step down from that crap. And no real work in sight. Harrumph.

Come back, rain...come back!