Roller Derby Queen

Ahhh, the sweet solitude of a quiet day spent in boxers on the computer. I had expected to have a nice juicy rant about the neighbors for today - they had warned us (for a change) that not only were they having a party this weekend, it was to feature members of the local djimbe group - yes, really - but that they'd be done by nine, which of course I was anticipating would really be more like 1:30. So then we figured we'd head out to see Hot Fuzz that night, except H, it turns out, is actually serious about joining the flat-track roller derby league they're starting up here, and wanted to attend another scrimmage that night. Long, mundane story short, the neighbors wound up making absolutely no noise whatsoever that night, H had ordered her roller skates - which, sadly, will not look like these - and I spent my Saturday night with Meat Fest, a beef and bean dip thingee I tend to make whenever H is not around.

H gets home around 9:30 or so, and it's too late to go downtown for a movie at that point - *sigh* I am so old - so I spent the evening farting around on the web, and discovered that the resurgence of women's' roller derby has moved much faster and further than I had realized. H has been talking about starting out as a referee, but from looking at some of the images online, I have to say that if you're gonna do this, you really ought to go all the way, and after my original 48 hours of doubt ("Really? We should add that to the list of things we never tell Grandma.") I find myself wholeheartedly encouraging her to join as a skater. Throw on the fishnets, break some bones (hopefully someone else's) knock 'em dead. What do I do, you ask? I drink beer at the pub. Hell, I know I couldn't do this.

And if the wankers downstairs do decide to have their silly goatskin slapping party run late some night, HellKat or whatever she'll call herself (admit it, roller girls have the best names) can go down there and kick their asses.

A cold start

It's Monday, and it's cold in Toronto today, and I'm still figuring out what I'm doing here. In a few weeks I'm hoping that this will evolve into something meaningful. Maybe I'll share some music with you, maybe pictures, maybe complaints about the streetcar driver, or the cats which still don't get along after 6 months, or the people downstairs who apparently couldn't be bothered with birth control. They can, however, be bothered with incense and a didgeridoo... but this isn't about them. This is me, I guess. Maybe the goal is to find out what I have this is worth saying, and sharing. I guess the real reason I'm starting this - at least the short answer - is that it was swell to actually have 2 days off in a row, and not wanting to go outside today (it's amazing how cold 1 stupid degree can feel after recently experiencing double digits) I found myself in front of the screen, contemplating what would keep me busy today. And after the first 36 hours of not working, well, creating this was about it. I've taken to even procrastinating from my procrastination: there's about 5 cds I've been meaning to burn for people, a wedding speech to write (I've still got 5 months to work on it) and I guess I really ought to return to that novel I was trying to write... I've actually gotten a lot further tonight with this (for a neophyte) than I thought I would, but pretty soon the key will go in the lock, and then I'll have to create some magic for H with the leftovers in the fridge...

So, anyway. Welcome. It'll take me a while to fill in the blanks, as it were, so be patient. This is going to be a gas.

In the meantime, I'm ghoing to see if this part works, and try posting an mp3:

Art Brut - Modern Art

It makes me want to rock out too.