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[camwyn]

Possible omen for today: on the way into work, having left early to get some issues nailed before the workday could make them any worse, my spiffy new shoes betrayed me and slid out from under me in two different directions. One knee slammed into the tiles of the 33rd Street PATH; the other leg, I think, went straight out in front of me. Or something. I don't remember, because it didn't hurt very much, and because- and this is the omen part- after taking a second to realize what had just happened, I pushed myself up to my feet and kept on going without missing any further strides.

*crosses fingers*

Comments

[mephron]

...your description of the landing is making me abruptly see you as James Brown, and it's giving me a cognition storm.

[camwyn]

If the leg didn't go out in front of me, then I went down on both knees in a Vegas stage style splayed kneel, which can't be any better for your poor brainmeats, can it.

[mephron]

.....no.

[camwyn]

Ah well. I can guarantee there were no sequins involved, at least?

[mephron]

That might have made it more amusing.

As long as you didn't go down on both knees, then lean backwards with one hand above your head, it's all good.

[camwyn]

Naw. Down on both knees, blink blink, push back to upright posture with one hand against the floor, polite nod to mildly curious-looking black guy nearby, and continued on my way.

Although I did think "Thank you, thank you! And for my NEXT trick..."

[mephron]

But Bullwinkle, that trick never works.