I played Portal to the end, and somehow I am still alive

[flexagon]

Well, crap, I don't have my slanket because it got stolen. This kind of thing is also happening over in Davis. When I reordered I had them send it to the house again, because so far this is one random incident in four years of residence here, which just happened to get me on a really unfortunate day. But if slanket #2 goes the way of slanket #1, I will indeed get the third one sent to the office... and I'll also consider setting up a webcam on my porch, preferably attached to a rocket launcher.

Despite that, in the end I had a pretty great day yesterday -- going out with heisenbug and Dan the Cat (and his lady cat) to see The Best of MOMIX, and then following up with a giant sugar bomb and an armadillo* at Finale. I could write a great deal about MOMIX -- they were very, very close to my ideal of what dance should be. I could have used a bit more handbalancing, but that's a minor quibble. The lighting, the athleticism and the creativity were wonderful and inspiring... yeah, inspiring... I decided a while ago that I do want to dance myself, in a way, but dance also scares me because it's so possible to do easy movements "right" and still get them "wrong", and I end up not understanding why. I know from experience that I can get very, very, very frustrated. Add that to the way dance classes are often geared toward people who learn physical skills quickly (I learn them slowly), and it's not at all clear that there's much fun to be had in that direction. I've pretty much decided to take belly dancing lessons this summer though. I always felt good walking out of those when I took them in 1998, which is something I can't really say about any other physical-movement class I've ever taken.

I've started putting together the mother of all posts about 23andMe.com genotyping results. I bet you thought I forgot, but I didn't, and I want to do a good "what you really get" post with screenshots and stuff. Thus, it's taking a while. And I really still want to spend some time playing with CSS tonight, so I'm stopping for now. I am sorry for keeping you guys waiting for so long, though. It's not because I'm about to die or because I'm super-disappointed with the results. Speaking of those, the very short version is that there's not a lot of information there about cancer risks (I have higher than average risk for both the ones they do mention--cringe--but I can't get one of them because I have no prostate, and they recommend a separate genetic test regarding the other). I have extra-low risk of getting rheumatoid arthritis, which is great, and I'm also as lactose-tolerant as it gets, so bring on the cheese.

*cappuccino, Kahlua, amaretto and Grand Marnier.

Comments

[miyyu.livejournal.com]

What the heck is up with the packages?! That sucks. I had my mail stolen, or at least go MIA, for about a week in August. Very freaky, upsetting stuff.

[flexagon]

Yeah -- thanks for the sympathy. I tried not to stay upset about it for too long, but I was still thinking about it for a long time. Part of it was dealing with the surprise factor, and also wondering what the motivations of the person/people were. Nothing in my life has ever made me want to walk down a street opening packages -- morality aside, the odds are so low that the packages have anything I'd want anyway. Where do they go to sell random stuff like what they got? Or do they keep it sometimes? Is the slanket doing its job and keeping someone warm? I have basically no frame of reference for this stuff.