Tonight, I bowled an 82!
The game right before was a 49.
The games before that, around Christmas 2009, were a 10 and a 5.
Yup, I said 5. And 10. Think for a moment on knocking down one pin every other frame.
And yup, I said 82. A respectable improvement.
No, I don’t think I’ll be posting an obnoxious sequence of posts on the minutiae of DragonCon. This my first visit, though, and I am sitting and waiting for my first panel, a Torchwood panel featuring John Barrowman and Kai Owen.
In some places, my schedule is 4-5 events wide on my calendar, where I haven’t yet decided which to do. Oy.
Okay, no I don’t, but I was fair at gymnastics when I was a young’un.
Anyway, last night I finally fulfilled my dream of seeing Cirque du Soleil; their Michael Jackson: The Immortal tour hit Charlotte this week.
That was a real circus. And one hell of a performance in general.
I have no pictures, because they disallowed photography of any sort, but I’m okay with that. (On a side note, does “Because of the pyrotechnics and strobe lights, we ask that there be no photography or recording of any kind” really translate to “We do our own PR and don’t want your crappy recordings on the internet”?)
They paid tribute to MJ’s life rather inclusively–the Jackson 5 (meh), his love of nature, his desire for world peace, his painful childhood and escapism, and hints of the scandals thru dramatized mentions of wanting privacy.
There were some absolutely amazing dancers on that stage. (There were also plenty of very good dancers.) I’m biased towards dancing that involves a lot of isolation movements (hip hop and belly dance; what do you expect?), so my favorite act was “Scream” by the “male rhythmic gymnasts”: orchestrated tumbling and flipping on an inflated cushion serving as a trampoline of sorts. I think I screamed when, in the opening, a guy that had been thrown in the air fell flat to the floor… and bounced.
A damn circus. So cool.
Continue reading I Wanna Be a Gymnast When I Grow Up
Have you gotten your recommended dosage of sexism lately?
I bought an ebook containing a very smart, simple, sensible weightlifting program, and in the process of reading it and surrounding articles, pushed my sexism meter about as high as it would go without me punching someone in the face.
Even if punching Jim Wendler would likely get me snapped in half. Look, the dude can bench press over 400 lb.
(Although I suppose that being able to bench 400 lb isn’t a true indicator of his infraspinatus strength, so he might not be able to just rip me in half…)
If you haven’t gotten your daily dosage of sexism, let me give you a hint as to the kind of advice you can expect from 5/3/1: The Simplest and Most Effective Training System to Increase Raw Strength:
Continue reading Setting up for 5/3/1
Given a large block of dry ice and the following substances, create an hour of fun for three people:
I was very late picking up the camera and had a hell of a time getting the 55-200mm lens to focus, but here are some shots:
Continue reading Science Night in the Avery/Weir/Frisina Household