Memory lane and Personal injury.

You know what's better than a weekend?

A GEEKend.

My geek flag is usually flying at a respectable level, but it's never flown so high as this weekend.

Saturday night was spent with alcestis and laughingirl at the fantabulous Buffy sing-along. Held at the lovely Waverly IFC Center, this event features a screening of the musical episode, "Once More with Feeling," acted out Rocky-Horror style. Did I mention how fun it was? Because it was tremendous. I agree with alcestis's observation that it needs better execution, but there's a lot of grand ideas there that need better execution. I participated in Buffy-oke (movieoke, but with a particularly famous scene from "Innocence"). Terrific fun, really. Especially since they also showed the 'debacle of epic proportions' known as the unaired pilot.

Tonight I went over to antheia's lovely home and watched the WB sign off. I feel old - I've seen a network go from premiere to sign off - TWO, if you count UPN. Seeing the first episodes of Buffy, Angel and Dawson's creek were a trip, though.

Speaking of trips, the reason this post is so disjointed is because I had a massive one today.

I live across the street from Prospect Park. I love rollerblading. It seemed like a good idea to combine the two, particularly today. So, I got all the pieces together, and set off for the park.

A couple of things to keep in mind:
1. I grew up in a part of Brooklyn called Flatlands. I now live in a place called Park Slope. (emphasis mine).
2. My blades are OLD. As in, shitty breaks, Jane-stop-this-crazy-thing old. Which is kind of a non-issue in flat as a pancake Marine Park. Not so much in Prospect Park.
3. I really haven't been on said blades in about 2 years or so.

I put my blades on, put my ipod on, and set off for inside the park. The entry paths are sloped. In that wonderful, San Francisco sort of way. It gave me a nice bit of extra speed at first. The second slope, however, gave too much extra speed, and after a grand total of two minutes blading, I veered off the path and crashed into a tree. (Well, to be accurate, more like I flew off the asphalt and onto the mud, dirt, and roots surrounding a large tree).

I smashed my nose but good. It hurts like a sonofabitch, but not enough to be broken (I'm reasonably sure). I'm a bit scratched on my face (as I did faceplant on a tree). There were, however, several miracles:

1. My glasses, while pretty bent, are not broken or scratched AT ALL. (Don't ask me why I was wearing them instead of my contacts. I have no idea.)

2. Nothing attached to my body broke. Not my nose, nor my arms, ribs, teeth, or neck.

3. Nothing ancillary to my body broke. Ipod? Totally without a scratch or skip. Same with my phone.

4. I was able to pick myself up, dust myself off, put my shoes on and walk home afterwards. I was in a FUCKLOAD of pain, mind you, but still conscious.

I always wondered on my many jaunts through the park why I never saw anyone on rollerblades. Now I know why.

Again, I'd like to thank the Universe for looking out for me. Granted, I would have prefered to not fall at all, but if I needed to be taught some sort of lesson, at least nothing majorly bad befell me. I'll probably look like Joseph Merrick tomorrow, though. If tomorrow wasn't a day that I absolutely had to be at work, I would call in.

(Just because I didn't get to blog at ALL last week doesn't mean I didn't have anything to say. I had a great week, just an extraordinarily busy one. I got to go to a free Yankee game. I managed to get to the gym twice. Good times! Just work was all-consuming, as was exhaustion when I got home. So, not so much with the posting.)

Now? Sleep. I promise more coherence in the future.

Memory lane and Personal injury.

You know what's better than a weekend?

A GEEKend.

My geek flag is usually flying at a respectable level, but it's never flown so high as this weekend.

Saturday night was spent with alcestis and laughingirl at the fantabulous Buffy sing-along. Held at the lovely Waverly IFC Center, this event features a screening of the musical episode, "Once More with Feeling," acted out Rocky-Horror style. Did I mention how fun it was? Because it was tremendous. I agree with alcestis's observation that it needs better execution, but there's a lot of grand ideas there that need better execution. I participated in Buffy-oke (movieoke, but with a particularly famous scene from "Innocence"). Terrific fun, really. Especially since they also showed the 'debacle of epic proportions' known as the unaired pilot.

Tonight I went over to antheia's lovely home and watched the WB sign off. I feel old - I've seen a network go from premiere to sign off - TWO, if you count UPN. Seeing the first episodes of Buffy, Angel and Dawson's creek were a trip, though.

Speaking of trips, the reason this post is so disjointed is because I had a massive one today.

I live across the street from Prospect Park. I love rollerblading. It seemed like a good idea to combine the two, particularly today. So, I got all the pieces together, and set off for the park.

A couple of things to keep in mind:
1. I grew up in a part of Brooklyn called Flatlands. I now live in a place called Park Slope. (emphasis mine).
2. My blades are OLD. As in, shitty breaks, Jane-stop-this-crazy-thing old. Which is kind of a non-issue in flat as a pancake Marine Park. Not so much in Prospect Park.
3. I really haven't been on said blades in about 2 years or so.

I put my blades on, put my ipod on, and set off for inside the park. The entry paths are sloped. In that wonderful, San Francisco sort of way. It gave me a nice bit of extra speed at first. The second slope, however, gave too much extra speed, and after a grand total of two minutes blading, I veered off the path and crashed into a tree. (Well, to be accurate, more like I flew off the asphalt and onto the mud, dirt, and roots surrounding a large tree).

I smashed my nose but good. It hurts like a sonofabitch, but not enough to be broken (I'm reasonably sure). I'm a bit scratched on my face (as I did faceplant on a tree). There were, however, several miracles:

1. My glasses, while pretty bent, are not broken or scratched AT ALL. (Don't ask me why I was wearing them instead of my contacts. I have no idea.)

2. Nothing attached to my body broke. Not my nose, nor my arms, ribs, teeth, or neck.

3. Nothing ancillary to my body broke. Ipod? Totally without a scratch or skip. Same with my phone.

4. I was able to pick myself up, dust myself off, put my shoes on and walk home afterwards. I was in a FUCKLOAD of pain, mind you, but still conscious.

I always wondered on my many jaunts through the park why I never saw anyone on rollerblades. Now I know why.

Again, I'd like to thank the Universe for looking out for me. Granted, I would have prefered to not fall at all, but if I needed to be taught some sort of lesson, at least nothing majorly bad befell me. I'll probably look like Joseph Merrick tomorrow, though. If tomorrow wasn't a day that I absolutely had to be at work, I would call in.

(Just because I didn't get to blog at ALL last week doesn't mean I didn't have anything to say. I had a great week, just an extraordinarily busy one. I got to go to a free Yankee game. I managed to get to the gym twice. Good times! Just work was all-consuming, as was exhaustion when I got home. So, not so much with the posting.)

Now? Sleep. I promise more coherence in the future.