He also has no idea what he's in for. Dr Wheel was all "What are uncles supposed to do?" and all I could come up with based on the YoT's uncle was "Teach him inappropriate words and give him inappropriate gifts." Hmm..
Announcement the Second: You know how LJ's a bit quiet lately? Well, like all good communities, it's come up with a way of connecting those who are still here, still posting, still reading, so we can know each other and find new friends. It's called a Friending Frenzy and one of my friends is having one. If you go have a look you'll see what the deal is. I thoroughly recommend it for reviving your flist and also for meeting far-flung people and getting to know them. It's over here: Let the frenzy begin! Well actually it's well underway already but you get the drift.
Cos I haven't done this for a while and I've participated in a few frenzies lately so there are a few folks who are quite new, and sometimes it's hard to know where to pick up when someone writes as prolifically as I do. Like, what the hell is Dr Wheel? And who is the YoT? All will be revealed!
Dr Wheel: ferrouswheel He ended up being Dr Wheel after he defended his PhD and the doctor jokes started to abound in bulk. My partner in crime and also in extremely virtuous charitable good works ( <-- honest). He is awesome and slobberingly hot and we live together in an earthquake-prone apartment that we own in central Wellington. He does complicated data analysis stuff that requires juggling computers one handed while doing abstract maths in his head, and is inventing Skynet on the side. I love him for lots of reasons but one of the main ones is that he's incredibly grounded for someone so cerebral and he laughs at my fart jokes.
The YoT: Short for the Youth of Today, my offspring who has just turned 17 and hit 6"6' some time earlier this year. We tested it out and I now have to jump to high five him. Otherwise it's a low five on his part. I am constantly astounded at how something that grew that big came out of me. He was born on the winter solstice (I was born on Samhain so maybe it's a Thing). He is turning into the sort of adult I would like to hang out with, which makes me feel like I've done an OK job as a parent. He's had a hard row to hoe and it's not all roses but I'm pretty proud of him eh?
Happy: happyinmotion. He is one of my favourite people and has a giant brain and is a sarcastic Englishman who occasionally sarcasms intelligently all over my blog. We love him lots. Pretty much everyone else gets referred to by their LJ name, except DoomBoy (my personal trainer) and OsteoDude (who is fixing my broken bits atm).
The backstory: I came from a small town called Dargaville, where small minded people did small things, and I tried to do what was expected of a girl in those circumstances by getting married and having a white picket fence. Turned out I was crap at that and even crapper at choosing a husband. It was abusive and nasty and sometimes I write about that but these days I know about trigger warnings so yay! It was 17 years ago and I've done a lot of work on myself since then, but every now and then something comes up and bites my arse and I spend a week or so dredging and you get regaled with it.
Also in Ye Olden Tymes, I learned to shear a sheep. This led to all sorts of adventures in which I became a shepherd in the Wairarapa and spent my days chasing sheep. I still think sheep are better than sliced bread, and since I moved to the city the bush telegraph somehow broadcast this shearing thing to all the small farmers around the area and every summer I spend about three months shearing their sheep on the weekends. It's a bit different because most of the sheep are bigger than me and they all have names and I take pictures of them and put them on the internet.
Things I rant about: Drug policy. It fucks me off that the war on drugs has not only led to this bullshit belief that altering your mindstate through the use of a substance is somehow morally wrong (often from people who like their wine with dinner, eh?), but also to human rights abuses like you wouldn't believe, which nobody hears about because it's drugs and clearly those degenerates deserve it, right? So, um, yeah. I've spent the last five years studying at university for a degree so that people will listen to me. I'm about to finish that and then just watch me go. Also, I'm given to ranting about other things that incense me on occasion, especially sexism because hey, I'm a woman and I shear sheep and you better believe it pisses me off when anyone assumes I'm inferior in any way because of my gender. And I say it because I can't ethically keep quiet and let someone do that. *shrug* Would you?
Other stuff. I'm a burner, although I haven't been to Burning Man since 2006. However we have our own burn here, called Kiwiburn, and we also went to AfrikaBurn which was quite the adventure. I figure if you're going to spend all that money for a festival, why always go to the same one? In line with the burner thing, that's where the costumes fit in. Here's a post with some pictures of the sort of ridiculousness I make.
I recently started doing adagio classes, which have required me to get bendier and also stronger. Hence the engagement of a personal trainer who makes me lift heavy things and row a lot. I'm getting stronger and bendier, so it must be working right? My aim is to achieve a handstand and the splits by the end of the year. Ultimately I'd like to be able to press to handstand while balanced on someone elses's hands. Wish me luck.
OK I have probably rambled enough. Yes, I am wordy. I write at least five days a week and I generally write a lot but I usually use a cut to not mess with your friends page. I have no shame and no secrets, I will write about anything and my blog is public. Sometimes it ends up being a commentfest, and usually when this happens the topic of comments have very little to do with what I posted about, but it's generally entertaining. I'm told that sometimes people feel intimidated by the Boffins Wot Know Stuff on here, but all comments are welcome and as long as you don't act like a wanker, it's pretty friendly. If anyone acts like a wanker to you, they get told. I've only had to do it once in the HOLY CRAP NINE YEARS I've been here.
Also, having said that I post every day, I'm off on holiday tonight to a place with no internet and no cellphone coverage. It will be bliss, but I won't be posting. See you next Tuesday or Wednesday! *squee*
Meanwhile, yesterday I had a conversation about brains. I have decided that my brain is like a Sherman Tank - it's not pretty or flashy and it doesn't go very fast but it has a lot of inertia and when it's going it just keeps on keeping on no matter what you chuck at it. When it does get put off track, it takes a while to get back on. It's also capable of firing the occasional devastating rocket. My friend decided his was like a Concorde - goes really really fast and is utterly unique but breaks down really easily.
So, oh newly expanded flist - what would your brain be if it was a vehicle?