Cool pants. And modern in a ... retro way.
Um, well, we listened to aggressively cheerful music sung by people chosen for their ability to dance. Then we ate cookie dough, and talked about boys.
Giles ,'Get It Done'
Natter 33 1/3
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
§ ita § - Mar 21, 2005 11:39:07 am PST #9204 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Sean K - Mar 21, 2005 11:39:13 am PST #9205 of 10002
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
I have a friend who's naturally graceful. He rarely stumbles or bumps into things. One time he was standing on my porch steps smoking and shifted his weight wrong, causing him to slip off the step he was on. He just sort of let himself go and surfed down the stairs still holding the cigarette to his lips.
I think I'm a mix of both clumsy and graceful. One, when whacking the crap out of each other with shinai, MM whack my right hand, which was holding the bamboo sword, causing me to drop it to the ground.
Or, it would have hit the ground, had I not executed a perfect hackey-sack side kick to the butt of the falling sword, popping it back up and into the air, where I caught it with my other hand.
I could have possibly used the opportunity MM's gaping astonishment to beat the ever lovin' snot out of him, had I not been stunned into gaping astonishment myself.
Ginger - Mar 21, 2005 11:39:34 am PST #9206 of 10002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I don't buy pants with cuffs anymore, after the unfortunate incident in which I broke my toe.
sj - Mar 21, 2005 11:41:49 am PST #9207 of 10002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Congratulations to Raquel and her DH! Welcome to the world Mallory!
Almare - Mar 21, 2005 11:43:08 am PST #9208 of 10002
"My drink preference does not indicate my sexual preference. "
I'm extremely graceful as long as I'm not standing on two feet. Give me, a cane, or a staff, and have nice grace. If you take it away, prepare to start giggling at my pain.
tommyrot - Mar 21, 2005 11:44:59 am PST #9209 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
So far I've managed to keep this year's New Year's resolution, which was to not fall on the ice and break a limb.
But I still think I need to learn how to fall properly.
amych - Mar 21, 2005 11:51:20 am PST #9210 of 10002
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
But I still think I need to learn how to fall properly.
Probably so. But you want to practice on mats first, before you move up to ice.
Sean K - Mar 21, 2005 11:51:24 am PST #9211 of 10002
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
But I still think I need to learn how to fall properly.
It's never too early to start. Just fling yourself at the ground a lot. Like right now.
The early days may bring a lot of expensive bills, but the payoff in training will be well worth it.
DavidS - Mar 21, 2005 11:52:18 am PST #9212 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
That's as annoying (well, I'm less gracious than I am graceful, for sure) as a friend of mine with lightning reflexes.
This would be your friend Wally?
Beverly - Mar 21, 2005 11:52:33 am PST #9213 of 10002
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
We actually had a unit on falling in high school theatre. Trust exercises, where you fall straight back and trust the person/s to catch you, "fainting," or crumpling gracefully to the floor, pratfalls. It was a lot of help, on top of the childhood ballet, in being aware that I was falling enough to relax and roll with it.
I also took ballet in college. Our ballet instructor was a past premier danseur himself, and also taught in the school of dance. He came into class one Monday morning with a walking cast on his foot.
"I'm remodeling. I *knew* the paint cans were there, therefore I had no need to look where I was going. *sigh* Dancers are the clumsiest people on earth."