They’re not just for Halloween

I have an entire trunk full of costumes from the past couple of years. All sorts of things: Padme, Princess Leia, Han Solo (that one is Eric’s), pirate, Battle Royale, Nausicaa, Gloomy Bear, The Platypus. I’m not sure what to do with them – I’m not really one to repeat costumes. Come to think of it, the only ones I’ve used more than once were the Battle Royale (for our B.R. Party and ACEN) and Gloomy Bear (Halloween and ACEN). But I also hate to throw them away. If I have one Useless Skill (besides writing essays on lit crit), it’s costume making. I love to make costumes and I’m pretty damn good at it, if I do say so myself. To me it’s almost like a challenge to try and create the best costume I can. Some of those costumes were rather spontaneously and hastily made (I created the Padme costume in one day with a single thrift store trip) but others were relatively time consuming or just super creative (Nausicaa the former, The Platypus the latter). So I don’t want to just throw them out. But do I really need a trunk full of old costumes?

I’m sunny with a high of 75

(Even though it’s like, 200 degrees here. Seriously, what the hell, The South? I like your winters but this is ridiculous.)

Hey universe, I am in a SUPER AWESOMELY GREAT MOOD! It’s FANTASTIC!

School is almost done! I get to move home soon! Derby is fun! I have a L&O:SVU marathon to accompany my packing/sorting/grading! I AM DONE GRADING RESEARCH PAPERS!!! Someday I will have to tell the story of the HILARIOUS plagiarism I’ve encountered in a couple of these. I am so excited that this whole post merits lots of exclamation points!!!!

Also I am in love with fancy cheese spreads! Good thing they’re expensive, or else I would weigh five hundred pounds! 

Spoiler Alerts Please!

So I just accidentally spoilered myself on The Walking Dead on Wikipedia… Pretty much since I’ve left Dayton I’ve fallen behind in comics. I am infuriated both because I did it and also WHAT THE FUCK KIRKMAN. SERIOUSLY.

Time to go to the bar and bitch about it to Mia who will not understand what I’m talking about but will nod politely anyway because she’s a champ like that.

 

Busy busy busy.

This has been a very busy weekend. On Saturday I rather up and randomly drove five hours to West Virginia to meet up with Eric and then turned around on Sunday and drove five hours back (aaaand left my bank card in WV, much to my frustration) and skated in the longest bout (two pretty much solid hours of skating) in the hottest roller rink ever in the entire universe (approximately 500 degrees) in Dickie’s short coveralls which were a terrible choice, because do you know whatever the name is for Dickie’s coverall fabric doesn’t do? Breathe, absorb, or stretch. But I looked awesome, so I guess that’s something. And I probably smelled really badly, so I think that managed to help keep away the random obnoxious dudes at the after party, so added bonus.

Today I have the day off and I need to get started on my junior research papers that I have neglected so far this weekend. I already found one that plagiarizes off of at least six websites, even after I warned this student twice about previous incidents of doing so in this writing process. Awesome! I also have to clean my apartment and hide the cats so I can have the maintenance man fix my air conditioning because it is not working nearly well enough and it has already gotten ridiculously hot here. Seriously. When I left West Virginia yesterday at ten it was 66 degrees… by the time I hit Fayetteville at two it was 91… Ugh.

Things are okay, I think.

I think Maury Povich is secretly a misogynist.

No, really.

I mean, don’t get me wrong. I love this show. It’s sad on many, many levels, but it’s also at least mildly entertaining in its continuing ability to top itself.

But I’m watching today while packing things… and it’s one of the “Controlling Husbands” episodes. If you aren’t aware, Maury only has about five different types of episodes: Who the Baby Daddy, I Have a Secret to Tell You (aka I’ve Been Cheating on You), Out of Control Teen Girls, Controlling Husbands, and Caught on Video. Occasionally you’ll catch a Is This a Woman or a DUDE IN DRAG?!, Fat Babies, or Jack Hanna Visit, but they are more rare.

But almost all of these other ones portray very negative images of women: women who allow their husbands to abuse them, women who are unfaithful, or women who are promiscuous – some so to the point that after countless guesses, they still can’t figure out who fathered their children – even at an incredibly young age. And while Maury always seems like he’s trying to come to the defense of these women by attempting to find baby daddies, reform bad husbands, and scare trampy teen girls straight, one has to wonder since he is in fact paying his bills with these negative images of women.

Ha. Welcome to Feminist Television Criticism 101 apparently.  

Batton down the hatches…

So here’s derby announcer and coach of the Carolina Hurticanes, Professor Lou Botomy, getting dogpiled by his team after an incredibly close win by the Hurticanes over the Cape Fear Rollergirls in Wilmington last weekend. Final score was 66-65 with Evergrace pulling out one last pass through the pack in the last seconds of the final jam… talk about exciting!

To fill in the backstory, the Carolina Hurticanes is sort of an all-star/pick-up team composed of rollergirls from teams all around the Carolinas (and in some cases from other places as well) formed a few months back to go down and play the Mobile Rollergirls after a team pulled out on a bout with them. Unfortunately, the weekend they were supposed to fly down, Skybus went out of business, taking their flights with them. So this ended up being the Hurticanes’ first bout. I had been planning on skating in this bout until I jacked up my leg in Rogue’s last bout (it’s almost better now, by the way), so instead I got to act as bench coach. It was fun and kind of overwhelming at first and just when I was getting the hang of it, my job was pretty much usurped by someone else… but I won’t get into that. 

The Hurticanes will pretty much have a constantly changing line-up based on availability of skaters, but this time it was Bull Lee, Samoa Pain, Evergrace and Rock-C of Rogue (with me as the gimp); Helena Handbag of the DC Rollergirls; Scream Weaver, Onoshe Ditten, Poison Spivey, Rockaway Beatch, Nancy Drew a .45, Punk Blocker, and Busty Rhymes (who was also injured and bench coaching with me) of Palmetto State; Fairy Brutal of the Carolina Rollergirls; and Booty Queen of the River City Rollergirls (I think). Talk about a super bunch of ladies. I yelled until my throat was raw. It was an awesome time.

Love just leaves you bruised.

So last night Rogue kept up our undefeated 2008 season (and technically our winning streak which dips into late 2007) by defeating the Reedy River Rollergirls with a score of something like 119 to 30. It was a super great time and I had a lot of fun. In a new personal best, I got a jammer takeout in the first period, and I even jammed a couple of times. My parents came down to visit and see me play for the first time which was neat, although I think I solidified my mother’s fears about me playing derby at the very end when I fell really, really hard on my already bone bruised left knee… which, last night was so swollen it looked like I had a knee growing out of my knee and by today, the swelling had gone down but the bruising looks as above. I went to urgent care today (probably the first non-sketchy one I’ve ever been to) and after some blood work and x-rays it was determined that I was free of fractures and soft tissue tears and mostly just need some downtime to heal, which I definitely need to do so I can play in my last bout with Rogue before I move in June. I swear it looks about a hundred times worse than it feels, although it did hurt pretty bad when I initially fell. Fortunately, it was in the last five or so minutes of the bout. The pain did squeeze out a tear or two, which turned me from Crimefighter to QUEEN OF THE GOTHS:

Hi, my name is Moxie Nightshade. My hobbies include listening to The Cure and cutting myself.

Oh hai! I iz attenshun whore.

So here is Chewie relentlessly snuggling Mia in a way unlike any snuggling he has ever given me. Generally, he either shows his affection toward me by rolling on whatever homework I’m trying to grade or, at most, sitting next to me whilst sort of leaning on me. Nevermind the the fact that I’ve had this damn cat since the day he was born, anytime Mia comes around, he can’t get enough of her. He’s actually doing it right now as I type this… If you were sitting where I am right now and you looked over the top of the screen, you would see pretty much exactly the above scene.

Mia is sleeping off our major snack attack earlier. We had wings from BW3’s, tater tots, cheese sticks, and milkshakes from Sonic. It was a multistop dinner and it was delicious in that awesome artery clogging way and that’s why we’re BFFs. She also had me watch Juno, which was okay. I have several people tell me I remind them of the main character, which I guess is good? I remind people of a snarky fictional pregnant teenager? Eh. Okay.

Quite frankly, I could use a nap myself. I’ve got quite the food baby in my belly. I think I’ll name him Oliver.

Cheeeeese.

I got my first official job rejection of the hunt this time around. Awesome! Eh, it was really far away anyway.

Meanwhile, please enjoy this picture of Unsafe Haven, my favorite rollertot at the cookout Evergrace, Mia, and I tried to have last weekend that got ruined by a lack of propane in the grill and giant mutant bugs because Mia lives in The Sticks. I enjoy how small children can sort of learn most of the parts of expected behavior (like knowing that you smile and say “cheese” when a camera is pointed at them) but can still miss the main part (like actually looking at the camera). 

Also, you can read an article about Rogue here… not that I even get mentioned even though I talked to this dude for like, ten minutes. But I guess that’s just the whiny attention whore part of me talking.

 

http://www.wernersplace.com/obedience2.htm

 

Trying to see if this will work at school tomorrow…