Cordelia: I get it now. You're all spies. Probably all Russian. And you've brainwashed me, and want me to believe we're friends so I'll spill the beans about some nano-technology thingy that you want. Gunn: So I look Russian to you? Cordelia: Black Russian. Angel: That's a drink.

'Hell Bound'


Natter 41: Why Do I Click on ita's Links?!  

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.


Kat - Jan 05, 2006 8:44:23 am PST #7836 of 10002
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

DJ, I was just going to say that there seems to be two separate skill sets of childhood. What we were taught explicitly (dance lessons, music lessons etc) and what we learned by a novice/expert relationship with other kids not necessarily with adults. And you've succinctly described an aspect of the latter.


sarameg - Jan 05, 2006 8:44:36 am PST #7837 of 10002

Every thursday in elementary school, PE was dance. Or if the weather sucked too much outside. Square dance, mainly. I don't remember the rest. It was CRUEL CRUEL TORTURE. I hated thursdays. That dread lasted years past elementary school. And no, I've never learned any dance since. Though that is more my general horror at group instruction than elementary trauma.


Vortex - Jan 05, 2006 8:44:51 am PST #7838 of 10002
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

Like, can you ride a bike? Do a cartwheel? Catch, throw, hit a ball? Jump rope? Skate? Any other skill I didn't mention?

yes, yes*, yes, yes, eys, yes, yes. can't think of any.

*in my childhood, I could do cartwheels. However, I have not attempted a cartwheel since the gymnastics unit in high school, so I can't say for sure.


Jesse - Jan 05, 2006 8:45:17 am PST #7839 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I'm so much more coordinated now than I was a kid, I should really try to learn more stuff again. I "played" tennis from like 5th through 12 grades and was always terrible, until the end of high school, when I finally started being able to deal with my body.

Oh, and I need to actually give my parents the dacing lessons I offered them for Christmas. Not that I'll be teaching, that I'll be buying.


Kat - Jan 05, 2006 8:45:52 am PST #7840 of 10002
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

ita, did you do handsprings? I think a goal of mine should be able to do a back handspring at 35.


Jessica - Jan 05, 2006 8:46:20 am PST #7841 of 10002
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

Can you play any instrument? Hold a tune when singing?

I used to play piano, now, nsm. I can still sing, though!

I have a good sense of rhythm, but zero dance ability. I was never comfortable enough in my own skin as a child or teen to learn how to loosen up enough.

I also used to be a pretty good tennis player. I wish I'd kept it up.


Tom Scola - Jan 05, 2006 8:46:52 am PST #7842 of 10002
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.

The summer I was three years old, we had an extended stay at a motel with a pool, and I practically lived in the pool all summer.

I just learned on my own to swim underwater, I never learned to swim properly.


Kat - Jan 05, 2006 8:47:05 am PST #7843 of 10002
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

We haven't even hit on the childhood crafty and arts skills.


Scrappy - Jan 05, 2006 8:48:05 am PST #7844 of 10002
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

We haven't even hit on the childhood crafty and arts skills.

I can glue macaroni on a picture frame like a motherfucker.


Connie Neil - Jan 05, 2006 8:48:56 am PST #7845 of 10002
brillig

I would love to learn ballroom dancing and belly dancing. I can get down with my funky self when I'm alone with the door closed and the curtains drawn.

edit: though the cats probably are snickering to themselves when I do.