Accidents.

It all looks so innocent. A swingset in a park. An innertube at the top of a snowy bank. But I keep managing to hurt myself by trying to do things kids do and adults should maybe not.

Last summer, I went out of town with a couple of friends to a place inspired by Belgian towns. That meant beer. Lots of beer. I decided to try the swingset in the local park. No big, right? Alas, I took it too far. Little old me (with my tum full of beers) decided to try to jump from the swinging swing--only I forgot what I was doing once I'd unhooked my arms and instead went flying out of the swing onto my knees in a gravel pit. Ouch. I was bruised up and in pain for days.

Last weekend, my sweetie and I went to the mountains (snow!) for a dreamy vacay and we spent one morning-ish afternoon in the snow. I found an innertube and decided it would be fun to try sledding. Listen. There were other people doing it too. My mistake was going off in my own direction to find my own sledding hill. I'm a loner. A rebel. So, I find this unused hill that is kind of a dream. The snow is slicked down and it looked like someone prepared it just for me. To sled.

As soon as I pushed off the top, I noticed the curled lip of snow that was going to shoot me into the air as soon as I reached the bottom. Oops. I slid around backwards, all the while saying, "Oh no no no no no no" and as soon as I was completely turned around, I flew off the lip (parallel to the ground) and landed on my fleshy/bone hip. Now there is a giant purple bruise, which I am kind of proud of, on my side and a somewhat rational fear of snow sledding.

"But it's funner to say letters."

Today, on the day of floaty hearty things and merry lovey-ness, I am going to relax and watch this. And laugh. A lot.

Blogs!

I found a new blog through my lazy interwebs floating and I think I'm in love. Also, I've realized how utterly boring my own blog must be to readers everywhere. Sorry, dudes. Here are some pictures of cute things to make up for the lack of verbal interesting.

This is a wonderful play, but I'm finding it ironic that the actor reading the part of the old man sounds like he is twelve.

8 reasons to walk, instead of riding the bus.

I don't want to ever, ever lose my hands. But lately, science has been progressing toward that weird science-fictiony place where all is possible, so I may never have to worry about it.

The other day, I listened to a podcast about auto-tune. You know, that device that automatically corrects out of tune singers. It got me to thinking about being a kid and dreaming up all the wacky things the future might hold.

And I want to hold those things. I never, ever want to lose my hands. I know I'm starting to sound obsessed, but seriously. I want to keep my hands.

A bit of funny.

Taken from the podcast, Today In The Past, by John Hodgman

November 25.

"Happy Birthday, Colin Julius Robert Von Mayer. This famous German physicist, whom I’m sure you’re all intimately familiar with, turns a hundred and thirty one years old today. Famous for observing that “Energy can neither be created nor destroyed” (now do you know who I’m talking about?), Von Mayer went on to invent…immortality. He would later live on to regret it. And unregret it. And then regret it again. And then he would live on to reconsider his regret, another time, and then he would really regret it and then forget that it happened and then remember. He currently lives in a hospital in his home town of Hilebrawn, Germany, where he keeps active by pushing pieces of crumpled up paper around on a tray and thinking about his children, whom he has outlived, and his own many failed suicide attempts. Happy Birthday! (It happened today, in the past!)"

If I was a mermaid...

it might be easier to stay underwater.

Myth of Innate Genius: 1, Me: 0

This kid didn't even like drawing until he was, like, four. Now people are comparing him to Picasso. Am I jealous? Yes. Am I angry that the myth of innate genius prevents many talented people from ever attempting to create something? Yes. Do I love his paintings anyway? Yes.