I posted a bunch-ola of photos up on my Flickr account, lest you think (e:zobar) stretches the truth about Pennsic a tad. I didn't take any of topless women, or of anything that might be nudity, or whatever. But that doesn't mean I didn't take any that were fun.



One of (e:zobar) in garb

And one of me, in garb!

It was a good time, if the pictures don't make that clear. Along with (e:zobar)'s description. Which is approximately correct.

I am exhausted today. I spent all day yesterday racing the impending rain-- it's supposed to rain/drizzle/be cloudy all week, and I know that I have trouble starting seeds outdoors because I never can water them adequately.
So I busted sod, thrashed roots out of dirt, made German mounds (where you make a mini-compost-stravaganza underneath where you're going to plant a plant), and went to town out there. From 8 am until 1 pm yesterday, I was a gardening machine.
I am being daring-- the guaranteed frost-free date isn't until May 17th. But we've had such warm weather for so long that I am gambling, recklessly, that we won't have another killing frost. (A light frost, I think my seedlings can weather-- I have plastic milk jugs with the bottoms cut out that I plan on using as hotcaps should the worst occur.) One year I gambled and then there was a frost, but I threw blankets over the tomato cages and all was fine. I'm being pretty reckless, but I don't think it's unjustified.
So I planted out a few cherry tomato seedlings, and two jalapeno pepper plants. And a basil seedling. I also repotted more tomatoes from little seed-starting cells into bigger pots.
The rest is seeds:
spinach, lettuce, marigold, radish, turnip, beet, snap pea, pole bean, muskmelon, cucumber, acorn squash, zucchini. I wanted to plant basil but couldn't find my seed packet! So annoying.
I heard that basil and tomatoes are mutually beneficial companion plants, so I want to try that.

Anyway. The upshot is, I have planted out three cherry tomato plants, which is as many cherry tomatoes as I can reasonably expect to go through with three people in the house, one of whom doesn't eat tomatoes and one of whom is moving out in August during peak tomato season.
And I have like six nice healthy cherry tomato seedlings left. Maybe more.
There's a big plant swap somewhere local, I saw it on the GardenWeb forums, but I just thought I'd ask if anyone wanted a cherry tomato plant or two-- I don't think I'll have time to go and attempt a swap. Months ago on here I theorized that we ought to have an (e:strip) plant swap, but again, I don't really have time. But anyway-- they're Burpee's Super Sweet 100 cherry tomato hybrid. Indeterminate, so they'll get pretty big and need staking or a cage.


And one other random announcement: Last roller derby bout of the season is May 9th. I'm playing. It'll be fun.
If you can't make that, May 15th is my team's fundraiser, and it's at a pool hall with great drink specials. They're running a pool tournament for us, which is cool. More info here:


So either come watch me skate, or come play pool with me! I can't shoot pool at all so I don't know how that's going to work. But whatever. It'll be fun anyway.

So I've been gardening like a crazy thing lately.
Did you know that coffee grounds make fabulous compost?
They're basically potting soil as-is! They are very high in nitrogen, which plants need for lush foliage and good fruit production. (Phosphorus is better for flowering plants to set flowery blooms.)
So even if you're not the sort of person to have a compost heap, you can just dump your coffee grounds into a container and when it gets full, sprinkle the grounds in your garden or on your lawn or around your shrubs. Keep 'em out of the trash! Throw less stuff away. (Just use a thin layer; grounds may clump together and prevent soil respiration unless you spread them out and mix them into the soil. And too thick a layer at once might shock or burn the plant, so keep it light. Try raking them into your lawn! Better than commercial fertilizer. Try it.)

And if you've ever thought about composting, it is so easy. It can easily go wrong, just like any gardening thing. But by "go wrong", I mean, not work, or smell kinda funny.

Those black plastic composters make it basically foolproof. That way, even if it doesn't work, the odor doesn't spread much, and the mess is self-contained. But you can also just set up a circle of chicken wire held up with garden stakes with a big stick in the middle that you wiggle to aerate the pile.

Basically, compost is made up of "brown" matter, and "green" matter. You want approximately four parts of brown matter to one part of green matter. Too much green, and everything will go slimy and smelly. Too much brown, and it will dry out and nothing will change.
"Brown" material is anything rich in carbon. Chopped leaves, dry sticks and stalks, wood chips, sawdust, straw, and even cardboard and paper are good brown materials. Coffee filters count too.
"Green" material is anything rich in nitrogen. Grass clippings are a fantastic source of nitrogen. Weeds you've pulled (though be careful if the weed has gone to seed-- a small compost pile won't get hot enough to kill the seeds). Food scraps-- carrot peelings, squash guts, wilted lettuce, celery ends. And coffee grounds!

When you make your compost pile, just remember to add more brown than green. You can either layer it, in the "lasagna" method-- a big layer of brown with a layer of green on it, then another brown, like a sandwich only repeated until you're out of material. Or you can just mix it all evenly.
Either way, whatever kind of enclosure you've got-- a wooden box, a cardboard box that eventually composts itself, a black plastic one that keeps it tidy so your neighbors don't complain-- all you've got to do is make sure it doesn't dry out (water with a hose until it's as damp as a wrung-out sponge), make sure everything you put into it is in small pieces (run leaves over with a lawnmower, chop sticks up small with a shovel, slice your vegetable castoffs smallish, crush eggshells with your hands), and turn it with a pitchfork or shovel once in a while. The turning is optional if it's well-mixed or properly layered; it just goes faster and is more complete if you turn it.
If it's stinky and slimy, add more brown and mix it in. If it's too dry, water it, but maybe it needs some more green too. When you turn it, try to make what's on the edges go into the middle, since that's where it's hottest and things break down most quickly.

In the summer it'll only take maybe 3 months until what you pull out of the pile basically looks like potting soil. Compost is the perfect planting medium or soil enrichment. It's cheaper than buying topsoil and fertilizer at the garden center. And it means you didn't throw away a whole lot of stuff that would wind up wasted in a landfill-- landfills don't have proper composting conditions so things are basically fossilized there, plus it's all contaminated with chemicals.

If you don't want to compost, give me your leaves and grass clippings. I don't get enough from my tiny yard with no trees-- I had to steal a big garbage bag full of leaves from my parents' house 300 miles away while I was home for Thanksgiving. My soil needs the help!

This year I'm trying something new: I'm setting up a horizontal compost "heap" and gardening straight onto the top of it. Look up "lasagna gardening" in Google and see what you find. That's what I'm doing! Much less back-breaking than cutting sod and chopping out the established weeds in some of my garden beds!!

That may be something you could try if you don't think a compost heap will fly with the neighbors-- they'll never know you're composting! Just get some kind of edging for the bed so they can't see the layers at the edges, and they'll never know you didn't have tons of expensive soil trucked in.

So I haven't been around here much. And thought I'd stop in and say hi. I showed up yesterday in a fury because ok it's a long story, but to make it short, my LJ, which maybe I link to from here, is completely anonymous. It's been at the same name for 8 years and I have probably mentioned my name and various identifying things at various points over those years-- I have been unwary at varying points of my life-- but the fact is, in and of itself, there are no identifiers on that blog. And yet it keeps persistently getting used as "evidence" in roller derby dramas.
I mean, I know for local stuff it's inevitable-- people on my LJ f-list are skaters too, so they're going to take what I write and go with it.

But yesterday someone from ANOTHER LEAGUE, who doesn't know me, doesn't know my name, doesn't know anything about me, protested about an observation (not even an opinion!) I'd made in a 4,000-word entry about a road trip to see another league skate. And they're threatening to withhold support from my whole league over it. And Jesus Christ-- it's an anonymous blog.
I used to do search engine optimization so I know how to be relatively invisible to search engines.
The only way to find that blog if you're looking for derby stuff in there is:
Type in the abbreviation for the league's name
Scroll through FOURTEEN PAGES of more relevant results
Find an old entry of mine talking about something banal
scroll through several years of posts
There's the 'controversial' entry where I talk about my road trip.

So...
Someone who reads that blog fairly regularly has to have sent the URL directly to the person who got offended. There's really no other way they'd have found it. Because I have 0 contacts in this league, and have nothing to do with them at all. None of them have any way to have known where my journal was.

Someone is using me to stir up shit. And this isn't the first time it has happened.

I've had that fucking journal for 8 years and it has my whole life in it. I have done all I can to anonymize it. I completely resent the shit out of having to constantly watch what I write, but I have been for over two years-- I *know* people read it.
I just am sick of the bullshit. I DON'T write anything offensive, and people still find ways to be offended. And I have no recourse, since they're using it as a lever against my whole league.

Which is why I need someone out of town to help me out and mail a whole huge box of undies with "big girl panties" stenciled on the ass to Washington D.C.
No no no. But it would be hilarious.

I need a blog no one knows about so I can rant and rave about how I AM GOING TO BUY A BIG MULTI-PACK OF BIG GIRL PANTIES AND MAIL THEM TO A CERTAIN PERSON.

But I really can't, since someone might know who I am and tell this person and then OH NOES there would be MORE FUCKING DRAMA.

Which I need like I need an extra hole right in my forehead so I can POKE MYSELF IN THE BRAIN.

Neat party trick that'd be. Until someone tried to use the hole as a bottle opener and I DIED.

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I'm pissed at the thundersnow because the clap of thunder this morning (well, more a roll of thunder-- in my half-waking state I thought it was a basso profundo chord on a pipe organ) scared away Chita, who had been snuggling my face and purring and purring.
So sad.

I am going to be making Christmas cookies today, of at least two kinds. The cookies you roll and cut out have to have their dough refrigerated from anywhere between an hour to overnight. I have two kinds of roll-out cookie dough in the fridge now. One is the kind my mother always made, from Fanny Farmer's Butterscotch Cookies recipe. That dough is tastiest raw, and many happy childhood memories were made eating the scraps left over after cutting cookies out.
The other is Piparkukas, a traditional Latvian cookie that must be rolled out very, very thin so that it is crispy. The dough is very sticky-- there isn't much flour in it, or really much of anything except for spices. The ideal finished piparkuka (Is that the singular? I don't know Latvian) will be a whisper of crispy spiciness that melts into a sweet/savory suggestion in your mouth, and leaves a lingering spicy scent of Christmas about you.
Often when I make them they're too thick, though, because the dough is extremely hard to roll out. It's largely molasses and honey, and if it's warm enough to work, it is sticky and incorrigible. If it's cold enough not to stick, it is also the consistency of brick. I tried to cheat this year-- I spread the still-warm dough (the honey and molasses are boiled to start off with) out between two sheets of wax paper and have put it in the fridge to cool that way. Hopefully I'll be able to roll it out thinner if I start with a sheet instead of a brick.

I'm not too optimistic, however. I've been working out daily all month, because of the roller derby bout on the 3rd. I've missed probably three or four days all month. That's fine, that's good, that's OK-- I am dealing with sore muscles as I get them, and am enjoying the feeling of how strong my body is getting.
But shoveling snow makes for sore muscles. So my triceps are killing me on both sides, and yesterday while I was scrubbing the bathtub I noticed how much weaker I was than normal because I was so sore. It's not much better today.
(e:zobar) took a turn shoveling, so his arms are like noodles now.
And even (e:fi) shoveled a bit, and did something to one of her shoulders.

So of the three people in this house, none of us is really in much of a state to wrestle large quantities of obstreporous Latvian cookie dough into thin, meltingly-crispy submission.

Oh well. We're pretty much snowed in, so I haven't much else to do. Except oh yeah, maybe finish my Xmas cards.

So I'm starting off with awesome photos.
My team had our photos taken this past month and just got the results posted up on the inter-netz for us to look at. One of our team members' boyfriends is an avid photography hobbyist, and has been taking action shots of our bouts for a full season now. He's really quite good, and has gotten some awesome results.
He, on his own, came up with a concept/theme for this season's team photos. Last season, since we're called the Knockouts, we went with a boxing theme and got our photos taken in a boxing gym. It was kind of neat, OK, sure, cute.
Last season there were a lot of complaints that we were the most violent team, that we were thugs and we committed more penalties than other teams. The stats (and reviewing the footage) don't really back that up, but the reputation stands.
So this photographer fellow decided to take that theme and run with it. His concept was "P(r)etty Criminals", and he set up a shot with each of us doing some dastardly deed or other. (He did stipulate that there would be no conventional weapons-- I'm not sure why, but I do know our rivals' photos last season featured all of them holding weapons, so maybe it was in response to that. Or maybe he just thought it would be funnier.)

Anyway, here's mine.

OK, I've uploaded it three times and every time it says "Percent complete: 100" but doesn't put the code into the entry. I've manually put the code in in the past and it never works, so I'm just going to link to the site where the photo's hosted.



Hope that works!

If you page through, you can see everybody's photos. Mine is pretty funny, but I think my favorite one has to be Hyper Bean's. She really enjoyed her photo shoot. It's almost disturbing:


Am I scared of my own teammate?
Yes, a little bit.

I'm also fond of Liquid Courage's shot:

And Holly Lulu's is cute:


The infamous Sweet Pea:

Ah, they're all good; I shouldn't link to all twenty of them. Go and look.

Anyway, we will be playing vs. last season's champions, the Suicidal Saucies, on January 3rd. This will be huge-- we've had a rivalry with them since day one, three years ago now, and have never beaten them. Most seasons we get to face them twice, but this season we will only see them this first time unless both of us wind up in the final bout for the championship. So it's a really important bout.
The Knockouts will have a cheering section led by the Kockouts, a bunch of husbands of skaters and former skaters. Last season members of the Kockouts dressed up as characters from Star Wars. There have been air horns. There have been foam fingers. We're looking forward to seeing them again. Anyone interested in joining the Kockouts, definitely let me know.

The bouts are, as ever, at 7 pm at Rainbow Rink in North Tonawanda (101 Oliver St). I'm not actually positive, but I think we won't be raising ticket prices, which is pretty awesome given that we have regularly sold out in the past. If we do raise them, it wouldn't be by much. (Formerly, $10 advance/$15 door, available online until the day of the bout; we may close online sales earlier this year but I'm not sure. will have all the up-to-date info as well as tickets to buy.)
I do know that the venue has made a number of improvements to better accomodate the sellout crowds-- more restrooms (even if they're outdoors, they're under some cover now), more bleachers, better lighting. So that will be pretty awesome.

I hope to see some peeps there!!!! I am so excited for this season, I can't even stand it. We have a travel team! We have a fourth home team made up of rookies whose maiden bout will be vs. Rochester!! We have new skaters and old skaters and all kinds of awesome stuff!!


I am still hung over, but at least I can eat now. i'm going to bed. It wasn't a total waste of a day; I managed to make carrot ginger soup and address a bunch of Christmas cards. But it was nearly a waste-- I am going to have to not drink much anymore if I am to get all the shit done that I need to. Boo.

i am just hung over. so so so hung over. so amazingly hung over. this is the worst hangover i have had since april. that was the worst hang over i ever had in my life. this one is less pukey, less dramatic, but bad nonetheless. on a day like this you have to wonder what you can possibly expect to do with yourself. I don't regret last night, of course, though i do wish I'd not hit my head on a table somehow. I had a lovely time and would not wish to change anything I did. I did make an attempt to drink a great deal of water, so I can't kick myself for forgetting-- I just didn't drink enough water, and wasn't persistent enough in continuing. I didn't actually drink allll that much booze either. Though the boxed wine was probably a mistake, after the um four Jack and Cokes and half a bottle of home-brewed mead.

I am almost ready to try eating food. Earlier I drank a lot lot lot of water, and took two Ibuprofin and chugged more water, and that was a mistake because I promptly upchucked the lot, but I am being more conservative now, and am thinking maybe, maybe maybe I can eat. (It was actually the least unpleasant upchuck ever because it was all just mostly pure water, still slightly colder than body temperature-- I basically just flushed out my tummy. It went out my nose and hardly even stung, the stomach acid was so dilute. Sorry if that's way TMI for some people, but the point I'm trying to make is how astonishingly not gross it was. Cuz believe me I know all about gross. See above re: April.)

So I'm thinking I could take a chance on, say, a bagel. I remember when I was little, if I'd thrown up anytime within the past day my mom wouldn't let me have any dairy products because she said my tummy had to re-grow the bacteria that digest milk, but is that even true? Because I want a little fat to soak up the acid my stomach's making now, and I want it to be cream cheese, but I don't want to make things worse. I have to be better by tomorrow because I have practice. ;)

Speaking of roller derby... of course that's who I was drinking with last night. It was a pretty crazy party. It might even have been crazier than an (e:strip) party. There certainly was a whole lot of lapdancing anyway. At one point, I was quite drunkenly watching a lap-dancing lesson being given; one of my new teammates had this move she does where she'll do a headstand supporting herself on the dance-ee's thighs, winding up with her legs wrapped around the person's neck. Another teammate was trying to learn it, but was having trouble; I think I fairly accurately assessed the difficulty's source: the teacher was a tiny slip of a thing, and the teachee was what I had formerly considered as such, but by comparison... well, let's just say the larger girl is about five-seven and a whopping one hundred and fifteen pounds. I used to think that a fairly small person, but this new teammate is... well, even smaller.
Our smallest team member now is four feet seven, I might add. She isn't the headstand one, though. The headstand one is probably five feet even and has thighs like my wrists. The four foot seven one is a Pilates instructor and recently survived a pileup in which I landed on her ass-first and rolled off her shoulder-first, crushing her the whole way; I landed really hard on my shoulder and lay there a second, then sat up shrieking "Oh my God, did I kill her?" but she had already bounced up and skated away. This is not a delicate little person, this girl.
Anyway.
I idly wondered, at one point, how someone learns such skills. I mean, how do you learn to give lapdances? Even among close close close friends I won't do it because I just feel too self-conscious that I don't know how. I dunno.

Anyway. I have decided that I need to spice up my look on the track just as much as I've improved my skating, so I'm buying a set of eyeshadows that include blue, black, and silver shades. It's going to be hot.

First bout is the most exciting-- January 3rd. Mark your calendar. It's going to be fucking awesome.

So while I was at my folks' for Thanksgiving, they were showing how they get more channels now that they have a digital TV. They're out of range of cable, so they can't get it, but now every channel has three channels, or something? Some of them are just low-fi broadcasts of the same thing. Anyway, they were idly flipping the channels to show us, because we thought it was weird, and this nature show came on, about a marine rescue group in California.
(e:Fi) and I were totally riveted, and sat and watched.
The marine rescue center would pick up injured/abandoned/sick seals, sea lions, otters and stuff, and they'd take them in, give them vet care, and feed them up so they could re-release them. (If the animal wouldn't recover enough to be released to the wild, they'd euthanize it, which they did show a couple times, and it was sad. The way these shows are.)

One of the perks of finding a horribly sick/dying/injured animal was that you'd get to name it. The center had themes, usually. One volunteer was naming them all after French artists. Duchamp, Magritte, Degas etc.

One seal, they'd named "Your Mom", because it was really funny to the volunteers to say things like "Your Mom's getting fat!" Then they got another, and named it "Your Sister." At the end of the show, Your Sister was healthy enough (fat) to be released. A volunteer quipped, as the finale, "Your Sister is, once again, wild."
Har har!

Anyway.

So speaking of Facebook (i.e. my last post on here)... My mom is on Facebook.
I can't really explain how weird that is, but there it is. My mom's on Facebook. Really!
Yeah.

Incidentally (e:fi) had every intention of blogging once she got to Buffalo but it turns out the computer I gave her suddenly needs a new wireless card. It works for everyone else, but whenever she uses it, the Internet dies.
Which makes two computers in this house having connection difficulties, but the Apple geniuses swear our Airport base station is totally fine. ... OK! Whatever!

Facebook is messing with my head. All these people I'm sure I know, but their names-- is that really their real name? Wait... the blurry photos and partial-face photos and odd artsy photos don't help. One girl i've skated with for 2 years had no photo up and I was sure she was a spammer and left her in the friend request queue for like two weeks. Another guy I met at Pennsic had a photo of himself with some friends-- I mistook it for a band, and left him languishing as well. (Wait, bands don't have Facebook pages, I realized, so I clicked through and saw his friends and recognized the face of one of them and said Ohhhhhhh! As it was someone I'd actually been sad to lose the contact info for.)

Anyway. Apologies in advance to all the (e:peeps) whose real names I've no idea of. Unlike on Myspace, all the roller girls are there under their real names, and it's just plain weird.

Incidentally I hurt my tailbone at practice last Sunday and I'm still in pain. Wah. So I'm a grumpy bitch on top of it all.