Concerts, work and birds
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la_belle_laideIn fun news, this weekend tickets go on sale for Projekt Revolution, in which 2 bands I like and one band I LOVE will be playing. Saosin (like 'em,) Taking Back Sunday (like 'em) and MCR (LOVE.) I've seen Saosin and TBS before and I liked both of those live shows. In fact, the TBS show was awesome, and I'm glad to have seen them in a tiny club at least once. Only thing is, since the headliners are so huge (Linkin Park, also,) and there are so many, the sets probably aren't going to be very long, which means that MCR probably aren't going to do the entire Black Parade set, or if they do, then they probably won't do all of their MyChem set. But at least I get to see them! I'm trying to get a decent group of folks to go, and I know a bunch of people who like these same bands. So far Raq is interested, and Jess from Kung Fu. Still waiting on Jo-Chan (if you're reading, call and let me know! Or call Aunt Judy, 'cause, come over the weekend after Mother's Day, 'kay?) I tried to get Britt to fly back home for this one, but that's a superlong shot and we both know it.
So yesterday I was thinking about all of this before work, and listening to TBS and MCR, thinking about grabbing those tickets, and off I went to work at SITF. By the time I got there, I was in this weird, euphoric state. It's around 80 degrees, as I'm walking to the car I'm thinking that it's cool that there are so many good bands coming out from Long Island these days. I put my headphones through my ponytail (it's the only way to keep them from falling,) and as I'm on my way in Frank says, "Hi, Angel!" My aviary birds had gotten moved to outside aviaries and are now under the biggest effing white lilac tree I've ever seen which smells completely like paradise. Bruce the rooster walks after me when I'm outdoors and pulls on my pants leg to get me to give him some worms on my way to the aviary. Inside, Tucker starts cooing at me and ducking his head. Trivia: Crows bow to you in greeting if they like you. I'm not making this up. So Tucker is bowing to me when I go by, and I let him hop onto my arm, and he finally lets me pet his wings. Then he starts preening my hair.
Work went by kind of slowly though yesterday, then I was off to Kung Fu where I grappled with Dave most of the night. Class was hilariously funny, as usual. Everyone was still on about last week's duck orgy in the street. Towards the end of the night I was doing throws with Greg and I was having a hard time throwing him because I somehow couldn't manage to hip-check him (and honestly I know the reason why, but we won't get into it.) He had no problem throwing me, though, and he landed me on the mat really hard once and almost twisted my knee; I was completely unaware that he was going to throw me just then. I was like "Holy crap, dude. I get the point." He goes, "You're taller than me." I say, "Yeah, but I'm a measly 135. You still outweigh me." Seriously, you don't have to throw down that hard when we're just practicing. Plus, warn a sister if you're going to do that knee stuff, you know?
But still, all in all it was a great class.
Then today I woke up so tired that I wanted to chew my veins open so that I'd have an excuse to just lie in bed for a while, I was so tired. I dragged all through work today. It was reeeeeally slow, I meant to get more extraneous things done than I did, but honestly there was a chunk of time where I just sat in the lab talking to Jane and eating a donut. Casse went home sick right after lunch, then I went off to split-shift at SITF. Tucker was all about me again, jumped right onto my arm, then onto my shoulder. Then onto the top of his cage, where he refused to get back on my arm to go back in after that. I finally had to towel him, which I did with much guilt. But birds don't have that sense of give and take the way dogs do; they just want what they want when they want it and they live in the moment. No thoughts of, "She won't take me out again if I keep evading her." Actually, I was kind of laughing about it. Some birds just totally dominate the situation when they're out of the cage. I later asked Bosslady if Tucker was actually allowed out to play, and she warned me that he was really mean and liked to bite when people put their hands in his cage. I was like, Dude, he hops righ ton me and he bows his head and makes a funny noise, completely dissimilar to anything you would associate with crow sounds. She said, "Really? That means he likes you! He's saying hello!" Cool and all, but, can he actually come out? She told me she was going to get his wings clipped so that he could at least come out of his cage without flying away and / or getting into things. Work went fast because I had a ton of stuff to do there, and, well, here I am.
Tomorrow is another long day, but it's usually a pretty fun one. ^_^
So yesterday I was thinking about all of this before work, and listening to TBS and MCR, thinking about grabbing those tickets, and off I went to work at SITF. By the time I got there, I was in this weird, euphoric state. It's around 80 degrees, as I'm walking to the car I'm thinking that it's cool that there are so many good bands coming out from Long Island these days. I put my headphones through my ponytail (it's the only way to keep them from falling,) and as I'm on my way in Frank says, "Hi, Angel!" My aviary birds had gotten moved to outside aviaries and are now under the biggest effing white lilac tree I've ever seen which smells completely like paradise. Bruce the rooster walks after me when I'm outdoors and pulls on my pants leg to get me to give him some worms on my way to the aviary. Inside, Tucker starts cooing at me and ducking his head. Trivia: Crows bow to you in greeting if they like you. I'm not making this up. So Tucker is bowing to me when I go by, and I let him hop onto my arm, and he finally lets me pet his wings. Then he starts preening my hair.
Work went by kind of slowly though yesterday, then I was off to Kung Fu where I grappled with Dave most of the night. Class was hilariously funny, as usual. Everyone was still on about last week's duck orgy in the street. Towards the end of the night I was doing throws with Greg and I was having a hard time throwing him because I somehow couldn't manage to hip-check him (and honestly I know the reason why, but we won't get into it.) He had no problem throwing me, though, and he landed me on the mat really hard once and almost twisted my knee; I was completely unaware that he was going to throw me just then. I was like "Holy crap, dude. I get the point." He goes, "You're taller than me." I say, "Yeah, but I'm a measly 135. You still outweigh me." Seriously, you don't have to throw down that hard when we're just practicing. Plus, warn a sister if you're going to do that knee stuff, you know?
But still, all in all it was a great class.
Then today I woke up so tired that I wanted to chew my veins open so that I'd have an excuse to just lie in bed for a while, I was so tired. I dragged all through work today. It was reeeeeally slow, I meant to get more extraneous things done than I did, but honestly there was a chunk of time where I just sat in the lab talking to Jane and eating a donut. Casse went home sick right after lunch, then I went off to split-shift at SITF. Tucker was all about me again, jumped right onto my arm, then onto my shoulder. Then onto the top of his cage, where he refused to get back on my arm to go back in after that. I finally had to towel him, which I did with much guilt. But birds don't have that sense of give and take the way dogs do; they just want what they want when they want it and they live in the moment. No thoughts of, "She won't take me out again if I keep evading her." Actually, I was kind of laughing about it. Some birds just totally dominate the situation when they're out of the cage. I later asked Bosslady if Tucker was actually allowed out to play, and she warned me that he was really mean and liked to bite when people put their hands in his cage. I was like, Dude, he hops righ ton me and he bows his head and makes a funny noise, completely dissimilar to anything you would associate with crow sounds. She said, "Really? That means he likes you! He's saying hello!" Cool and all, but, can he actually come out? She told me she was going to get his wings clipped so that he could at least come out of his cage without flying away and / or getting into things. Work went fast because I had a ton of stuff to do there, and, well, here I am.
Tomorrow is another long day, but it's usually a pretty fun one. ^_^
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Date: 2007-05-11 05:53 pm (UTC)add to that... you are actually using you body and keeping it alive. I am only 44 and feel like 94 most days cus I don't DO any of that anymore. Hell I don't even dance when theres music on anymore. HEH talk about issues!! WHEEEE
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Date: 2007-05-11 09:45 pm (UTC)It's never too late to get back into dancing or whatever, even Kung Fu. One of my training sisters just turned 60, she started Kung Fu when she was 57. Even better, my first teacher started when she was 43 or so, and she was very nearly a cripple when she started out. But she became the best in the class and moved ahead quicker than any of the 20something boys, becoming a triple level black sash. O_o There's some inspiration!
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Date: 2007-05-11 05:54 pm (UTC)