Spark test, baby, TKD and a dream
Jun. 26th, 2003 08:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flexagonOn the topic of the Spark... its stupid gender test thought I was a boy (pout). At least I was kind of near the line. It also says People like you, who walk the scary line between man and woman, are *very* helpful in understanding exactly what it means to be human. Thanks, and good luck.. Oh nice, nice, nice. They show a scatter-graph that is interesting... there are pink spots scattered all through the blue, but many fewer blue spots scattered through the pink. It might appear that women vary more than men do, at least as regards the answers to that test.
Oh, and on the topic of TV-less freaks, apparently there are enough of us to be worth lampooning.
TKD last night was interesting. One problem I've had pretty much forever is having a tense upper body when I shouldn't. Apparently this has been stiffening me up and taking power out of my roundhouse kicks... but I can't relax on demand, especially with Mr. H standing over me telling me to. Sigh. Anyhoo, last night it was a sauna in the dojang, probably 85/90 degrees. At first that was bad, because my feet were sticking to the floor and I was having trouble pivoting... then I got used to it kinda. By the time we partnered up to kick pads for a while, I was all sweaty and tired... enough so that I could barely muster up tension ANYWHERE in my body. So for the first time ever I was able to do them right, I think. (I was kicking harder with less effort, anyway--I'm sure Mr. H could have still found something to criticize.) It felt really good, and it was easy. I hope I can remember the feeling well enough to do it again when the teachers are watching.
Baby news: whiplash boy remains absent from IM, and there is still no email. What the fuck is going on, we wonder? I dunno, but have to recognize that them doing their thing right now is probably far more important than me knowing. Yeah, I'm still fretting a bit, and imagining all kinds of horrible things that could have happened to make that email not get sent. But, sigh, unfortunately they deserve their privacy. Could just be that they had to go to the hospital after all and are sleeping there. (M is, by the way, notorious for stopping communication and disappearing at the weirdest possible times.) I'm still standing IM vigil though.
Dream: Last night I had the first anxiety dream about my wedding: somehow it was 12:30 PM on the day of the ceremony and we hadn't called a florist yet, and we were in a bookstore somewhere, and although in a hurry to get back and get organized we had been stopping to go on these roller-coaster type rides. Or maybe those were just built into the roads, I don't remember. The funny thing is, I knew it was a dream, but I did think it was sometime the week before the wedding. I remember telling Alan look, this is ridiculous. I know I'm dreaming. Give me a minute and I'll remember what day it really is. Tee hee--nice to wake up and still have 2.5 months.
Oh, and on the topic of TV-less freaks, apparently there are enough of us to be worth lampooning.
TKD last night was interesting. One problem I've had pretty much forever is having a tense upper body when I shouldn't. Apparently this has been stiffening me up and taking power out of my roundhouse kicks... but I can't relax on demand, especially with Mr. H standing over me telling me to. Sigh. Anyhoo, last night it was a sauna in the dojang, probably 85/90 degrees. At first that was bad, because my feet were sticking to the floor and I was having trouble pivoting... then I got used to it kinda. By the time we partnered up to kick pads for a while, I was all sweaty and tired... enough so that I could barely muster up tension ANYWHERE in my body. So for the first time ever I was able to do them right, I think. (I was kicking harder with less effort, anyway--I'm sure Mr. H could have still found something to criticize.) It felt really good, and it was easy. I hope I can remember the feeling well enough to do it again when the teachers are watching.
Baby news: whiplash boy remains absent from IM, and there is still no email. What the fuck is going on, we wonder? I dunno, but have to recognize that them doing their thing right now is probably far more important than me knowing. Yeah, I'm still fretting a bit, and imagining all kinds of horrible things that could have happened to make that email not get sent. But, sigh, unfortunately they deserve their privacy. Could just be that they had to go to the hospital after all and are sleeping there. (M is, by the way, notorious for stopping communication and disappearing at the weirdest possible times.) I'm still standing IM vigil though.
Dream: Last night I had the first anxiety dream about my wedding: somehow it was 12:30 PM on the day of the ceremony and we hadn't called a florist yet, and we were in a bookstore somewhere, and although in a hurry to get back and get organized we had been stopping to go on these roller-coaster type rides. Or maybe those were just built into the roads, I don't remember. The funny thing is, I knew it was a dream, but I did think it was sometime the week before the wedding. I remember telling Alan look, this is ridiculous. I know I'm dreaming. Give me a minute and I'll remember what day it really is. Tee hee--nice to wake up and still have 2.5 months.
