Oww, me bum.
Feb. 2nd, 2006 09:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
camwynLast night I went out to pay my rent, pick up some things at Bed & Bath, and hit the supermarket. I know that a bicycle of the size of my own Wanda's is really supposed to be ridden in the street, that using the sidewalk is illegal, etc. etc. etc., but I have this thing. It's called 'not wanting to die'. The local Jersey City streets are a bit narrow to bike on when cars are in all four lanes, and it was after dark, with very few people on the sidewalk. So I opted to ride on the sidewalk for at least a block or two.
When I turned a corner near the supermarket there were a couple of pedestrians coming from some distance away, so I went for the slalom approach and tried to get a no-parking sign between myself and them. This worked- the peds didn't even notice me- but because of the arrangement of weight in Wanda's panniers, I did not quite make the turn as smoothly as I would've liked. One handlebar caught the sign and the bike nearly went out from under me into traffic.
I'm okay and the bike's okay, but I think I whammed my rear end against the sign while I was trying to wrestle the bike upright, because I can't figure out how else I got the bruise.
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On another note, I start karate lessons again tonight, at an all-women's school here in Manhattan. Shotokan's rather different from my old Isshin Kenpo school, but I'll manage, I think. We'll see how it goes.
Also, hanging out around fanficcers is a good way to mess up your head; I've been watching Dog Soldiers lately for screen capping purposes, and also to get the hang of dialogue for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
milkbonesoldier, whom I'm playing at Milliways. Ordinarily this would be a lovely thing 'cos hey, Sean Pertwee and a bunch of guys with sexy accents in military clothes, and werewolves! What's there not to like? Nothing, really, except that I'm almost sure the movie producers wouldn't especially appreciate the voice in the back of my head blandly saying "If you were a slasher you'd have Joe and Terry together faster than you could say 'boo', wouldn't you,". Also the slash community would probably have a field day with Coop and Sarge but Sarge is too devoted to his wife for me to see that happening. Also also, outside of the slash stuff, my brain was happily generating a rather tragic backstory for Megan, and thinking that writing a backstory for an absolute bastard- I am talking someone even John Constantine would consider an asshole, someone who has slightly fewer redeeming traits than Billy Zane's character in "Titanic"- might be an interesting challenge. Also also also... er, you get the idea.
Damned fine movie, though.
When I turned a corner near the supermarket there were a couple of pedestrians coming from some distance away, so I went for the slalom approach and tried to get a no-parking sign between myself and them. This worked- the peds didn't even notice me- but because of the arrangement of weight in Wanda's panniers, I did not quite make the turn as smoothly as I would've liked. One handlebar caught the sign and the bike nearly went out from under me into traffic.
I'm okay and the bike's okay, but I think I whammed my rear end against the sign while I was trying to wrestle the bike upright, because I can't figure out how else I got the bruise.
***
On another note, I start karate lessons again tonight, at an all-women's school here in Manhattan. Shotokan's rather different from my old Isshin Kenpo school, but I'll manage, I think. We'll see how it goes.
Also, hanging out around fanficcers is a good way to mess up your head; I've been watching Dog Soldiers lately for screen capping purposes, and also to get the hang of dialogue for
milkbonesoldier, whom I'm playing at Milliways. Ordinarily this would be a lovely thing 'cos hey, Sean Pertwee and a bunch of guys with sexy accents in military clothes, and werewolves! What's there not to like? Nothing, really, except that I'm almost sure the movie producers wouldn't especially appreciate the voice in the back of my head blandly saying "If you were a slasher you'd have Joe and Terry together faster than you could say 'boo', wouldn't you,". Also the slash community would probably have a field day with Coop and Sarge but Sarge is too devoted to his wife for me to see that happening. Also also, outside of the slash stuff, my brain was happily generating a rather tragic backstory for Megan, and thinking that writing a backstory for an absolute bastard- I am talking someone even John Constantine would consider an asshole, someone who has slightly fewer redeeming traits than Billy Zane's character in "Titanic"- might be an interesting challenge. Also also also... er, you get the idea.Damned fine movie, though.
