In which I get sucked down the black hole of the internet by a random comment - Tactical Ninja
Jan. 16th, 2013
09:16 am - In which I get sucked down the black hole of the internet by a random comment
"Dear Tats, Your application to graduate on 15 May 2013 with your Bachelor of Arts has been approved."
To which I go "Yay!" and on Twitter, also #throwupyergoats! To which someone responded wondering which type of goat would squeal the least on being thrown up.
I needed to find out.
The first thing I found was this, a piece of New Zealand 'art', which, um.. if you can interpret what this is about I'll be impressed:
Last time I posted something with folks talking Kiwi, lots of people said they couldn't understand a word of it. I understand the words in that all right, but I'm still not sure what's actually going on.. it does remind me of Bruce though, with the merkabah and all.
But anyway, there's also this - the Urban Dictionary definition: "Bro, they're about to play Ride The Lightning man, awesome dude, throw your goats up so they know we're hardcore, blood, death, satan, yeah!!!!!">
Which led to this - a beatboxing goat:
Well, at least, a goat that dances to beatboxing..
Which in turn led to this, and no I have no idea what it is either:
It's supposed to be The Dog and Pony Show's take on the human-faced lamb from a while back (warning, gross).
And then there was this - know your goat parts:
I learned something. I had never heard of an escutcheon before. Turns out it is actually named that because it's shaped like a shield. I totally blame the French for that. Speaking of weird military stuff - girding your loins. I occasionally see this term used and it always makes me think of the historical meaning, which is mostly about getting one's robes (and one's genitals) out of the way before battle. Apparently dangly bits could get caught between bits of hard plate, so knight type people would strap 'em up to keep them from getting .. er, clanged together. Yep. Modern day equivalent would be ballet dancers putting on a dance belt. Few other folks would have cause to gird their loins these days, just saying.
Meanwhile, back with the goats, Have some buzkashi. It's an Afghan sport in which people on horses battle over a headless dead goat, the aim of which is to procure said goat and throw it into a marked circle, kind of like a macabre horseback Capture The Flag. Apparently they've started using calves instead of goats these days, because 'a calf is less likely to disintegrate during the game'. O.o
Moving right along.. finally, in the same part of the world, there was this:
No, that's not a mutant, it's a Damascene goat. It won the "Most Beautiful Goat" competition in Riyadh in 2008.
I kid you not. Kid? See what I did there? Oh never mind..
Oh wait, there's more! If you think the Damascene goat is weird looking, have a Western one:
The Rocky Mountain Goat, which isn't really a goat at all, and is actually the only member of the genus Oreamnos, unique to North America, and IMO equally as weird-looking as the Damascene. It looks like a cross between and antelope, a polar bear and a horse.
So um, next time I use a phrase like "throw up your goats" I will know a whole lot more about what I'm throwing up. Yes I did find youtube videos of goats being thrown up too, but mostly by snakes and I decided to spare you that. You're welcome.
Today, I'm having a day off. Not from work, but from training. Yesterday, DoomBoy had me doing a bunch of hanging leg raises and L-sit type things, and while I know that doing them will help make me stronger, I find them really hard and I can't do an L-sit at all (yet, damnit!). Thus, I came away feeling both exhausted and pathetic. The patheticness I'll get over, but the exhaustion is a sure sign I need rest. Combine that with stuffing my face with All The Protein Ever as soon as I got home, and that's my warning bell for going too hard and Hey Tats Take A Bloody Day Off Already.
Mentally it's a battle. I have an irrational fear that if I take a day off training, I'll wake up the next day and all my progress will be gone. I know this isn't true, but the niggling voice that says "Train, you!" is also what got me this far, you know? So ignoring it goes against the grain. I am ignoring it though. Take that, brain! I run this show, not you. Oh wait.. crap.
I'm going to take the opportunity to run errands at lunchtime, including buying a leather thong for this:
It's my pounamu. There's a lot of lore around pounamu, and one part is that it 'doesn't like' metal. I kind of get that vibe from it too. This one was a gift from pombagira (another story about pounamu is that you should never buy it for yourself, it should always be gifted), and IMO because she's extra-witchy that makes it extra-special. I want to be able to wear it more often but it doesn't like the chain it's on, so I'm off to find a leather thong to suspend it from.
You know, there are very few kiwis I know who don't have a piece of pounamu, even if they don't all wear them. Interesting...