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04/10/2008 23:37 #43979

ribs, tits, booty, etc.: state of me
I cracked a rib with my tit.
Yes I did.

We were scrimmaging. I was trying to block the opposing jammer. She got past me, and then got taken out. So she went down sprawling, and I was behind her with no time to avoid her. I went partway over her, and my pelvis landed on her head. And me? WHAMMO, right on my tits.
I got up and kept going, and made it back to the pack right behind her, but I wasn't much good for anything.
I think I cracked a rib. Landed flat on my chest, and you'd think my boobs would squash pretty much infinitely and absorb the shock, but no. My rib is fucking killing me.

I then skated in a bout (I hurt it last week and then our bout was Saturday night) and discovered, rather the hard way, that taking really hard hits to the shoulder on that side was exquisitely painful. It was really really unpleasant.

It keeps almost being better, but it's not quite. It's bothering me again today. I've got to keep my torso, shoulder, and arm immobile for a couple of days so it stops hurting, but just you try doing that in your daily life. It's no good.

Anyway, I just had to share my latest injury. I totally cracked my rib with my boob.

But, on the plus side, unrelatedly, I own a pair of mesh ruffle panties in zebra stripe. They're very fifties. I love them. I did not buy them to wear as underwear, but as outerwear, in true derby fashion. I wore them tonight over opaque black tights and under a black pleated miniskirt.

I have fashion sense, all right, but it's the fashion sense of a girl half my age and half my size. But you know what? Fuck it!

Actually I recently discovered the world's most awesome thing: The Campaign for Real Booty.
Ha! I'm so sending in a picture.


Here's a bonus picture for y'all. This is how long my hair is. It needs a trim. Also, that is the dress I plan to wear to my friend's wedding. I bought it from pinupgirlclothing.com and love it. It's not like anything I've ever had, and it's stretchy enough that it fits right. Yay! It kind of shows off my booty, which is exciting: I have never before had a booty. But for some reason, the ten pounds or so I gained over the summer has now settled firmly in my hips and ass, which is really kind of exciting.
I had fans at Saturday night's bout! People I didn't know! Some fortysomething lesbians who very shyly asked for a picture of my butt! It was very cute. I blew them a kiss during my intro skate.

Hm, the image uploading thing doesn't seem to be working. Well, here's one that's a smaller filesize, maybe that'll work better. It's not the same picture but you get the same idea.

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paul - 04/20/08 08:41
Wow, that sounds hardcore painful. I guess just think it is better than if you were a man who landed on his testes and broke his pelvis, lo.
dragonlady7 - 04/15/08 12:34
We all stress in varying amounts about falling on our intro lap. I think I stumbled on my intro once. I have never worried about it too much-- mostly because I knew I in particular had no fans, and so if I screwed up, my teammates who *did* have fans would feel better about themselves.
But now I have fans! Oh my. :)
lizabeth - 04/12/08 13:04
Man, and I thought I was bad, having a big bruise on my ass from when I fell on it *right in front of the audience* on my introductory laps before our bouts on Sunday! I was the only one on my team who wasn't worried about doing that, and consequently, I was the only one who did it.

Congrats on having some non-acquaintance fans, and congrats on winning your bout! Hope your rib feels better soon...
theecarey - 04/11/08 01:00
ahhhhhh Ruffley undies! I was just saying to (e:pyrcedgrrl) that I want ruffle panties. Anyway, I since forgot... and now you posted a link. yay!
Cute dress, love the stockings-always a fan of the line up the leg.
tinypliny - 04/11/08 00:23
That's a very pretty dress! Enjoy the wedding!


The dress reminds me of the OH-SO-NON-monocolour wardrobe I had back home. What a boringly dressed drone I have become! :/



04/04/2008 11:15 #43893

oh roller derby
I should probably mention on here that there's roller derby tomorrow night. I'll be skating, it's my big comeback after losing nearly two months to my fucked-up knees (and the flu). I'm out of shape but more strategic, or that's what I'm telling myself.

If you only make it to one this season, this is probably the one to hit.

Tomorrow (Saturday April 5th) night, doors at 7 (show up ~6:45 to get your ticket). Rainbow Rink, 101 Oliver St. North Tonawanda, just off the Twin City Highway.

Nickel City Knockouts vs. Devil Dollies

It's going to be fast, hard-hitting, and dirty-- the Dollies are winless this season, and hungry, and have several key players injured, so they will be scrapping, while the Knockouts have a reputation for dirty play that may or may not be warranted.
We will find out how warranted it is, because we have visiting refs from NYC's veteran roller derby league, the Gotham Girls, assisting our officials. They're a Division I WFTDA team, currently ranked 5th in the nation, which they're eager to improve-- they've never faced three of the top four teams.
(Didn't know roller derby had national rankings? Oh yes, it does, and they're more hotly contested every year. ) Anyway, they're Big Noise in the derby world, and awesome to boot.
We'll also have some visitors from the Albany roller derby team, who are now my homies-- six of them are making the trek. This is Albany's first bouting season, and we badly want to scrimmage them but don't know when we'll have time.

It's also not going to be quite as crowded, I don't think-- previous bouts this season have been standing room only, crowded as hell, but presale figures are lower this time-- maybe it's hockey burnout, and nobody wants to see a sport? Maybe six months is too long to have a continuous sustained interest in an amateur sport? Whatever it is, there's a good chance you'll actually be able to get a beer at this bout, and maybe even sit down, and most definitely take a piss without waiting 45 minutes in line-- the rink has added restroom facilities just for us, and bleachers.

So if you've been meaning to come catch a bout, this is probably the one to see.
dragonlady7 - 04/04/08 13:34
Awesome! Rock on! :D
janelle - 04/04/08 12:27
(e:drew) and I already bought tickets for ourselves and friends...we'll be there!

04/04/2008 09:50 #43892

mead
I have just successfully brewed mead. This is something I've kind of always wanted to do. In college one of my roommates was a biochemistry major who worked in a lab on a project to determine the precise locations of proteins on the cell walls of yeast. He decided somewhere during this that he just couldn't get enough of yeast cultures, so he began brewing mead in our kitchen.
He started off using bread yeast, and did some recipe that involved a long fermentation. Then he got busy, so he left it kind of too long. By the time he siphoned the yeast out into a plastic pitcher (we were all class, people), it was... Well, he gave me a glass of it, and I took a sip, and made a face. It was strong, somewhat sour, a bit pungent, rather horrible.
But he'd spent a long time on it. So I smiled, and waited until he looked the other way, and then held my nose and drank the whole thing down.

A little while later, noticing my glass was empty, he happily poured me more.
I waited a bit, and did the same thing again.

Then I fell over and lay on the floor for about twelve hours while the carpet talked to me and fairies buzzed around my head.

We'll just say it wasn't the most mellow drunk I've ever had.

But I remain convinced that mead is great, and I've had some I bought in liquor stores that was OK, but expensive. You can get it at premier for $15 a wine bottle. And it's good, but it's not as good as $15 wine. (I normally buy wine that's between $5-10 a bottle, with the $15-20 range being saved for either proven favorites from vineyards I know, or something personally recommended by a friend. Hey. I am all class, people. Also I've been working really hard to NOT develop expensive tastes, with limited success. [Sadly I can't drink Johnny Red but must drink Johnny Black. I refuse to try any of the higher grades for fear I'll like them still better. Bastards.])

So I made a "quick mead" recipe I found on the Internet. Side note: did you know we have an excellent home brewing supply store right in Kenmore? Yes! Niagara Tradition, on Sheridan just past Military. Friendly staff, decent stock, very knowledgeable and helpful, and a good selection. So there's my plug.

Here is my recipe, and in true Livejournal fashion, about fifteen pages of mumbling:

I invested about $20 into this venture, buying sanitizer, plastic tubing, four fermentation locks, yeast, honey, and ginger. (The last two I got at Wegman's. If anyone knows any good farmer's markets or whatevers that'll sell you unprocessed honey, I want to try that next. The Coop maybe?)
As primary fermenting containers, I didn't purpose-buy anything-- I'm just using the big glass growlers you can buy beer in at Premier. They have like a two-dollar deposit, but the same bottle costs four dollars at Niagara Tradition, so I think I'm doing good. And if I want more, well then I'll just have to drink more fancy beer, which is a terrible fate only not at all terrible. (The fermentation locks and rubber stoppers to fit them (size 6.5) are about $1.50/$2 each and are infinitely reusable.)

My first batch is a success: light, slightly sweet, slightly fizzy, tasting of honey and ginger and a little bit of yeast. I don't know if it's called "quick mead" because it is only supposed to take four days (I took a week because I had it in too cold a room at first), or because it is sparkling, but it's good. Weak, and probably mostly non-alcoholic, but quite good. (Fermenting it longer might get rid of the yeasty taste, but it would also make it less sweet. I think I like it as it is.)

I have a second batch going but it's something more complex, requiring 18 days fermentation, then another 2 weeks secondary fermentation in the bottle.
I think I need to buy a bottle capper. But on the bright side, the fact that I haven't taken back my deposit bottles means I am well-stocked in glass bottles. Five cents apiece ain't bad for these suckers. I should take the cans back, though.
dragonlady7 - 04/04/08 13:35
I actually was planning on getting me a Viking costume at some point. Unfortunately real Viking women didn't wear metal bras. But I know I can find a way to make it work for me.
:::link:::

(I'm thinking of going to Pennsic this year, hence my sudden deep interest in 10th-century fashion.)
james - 04/04/08 12:05
Party at my place. You have to dress up as either a viking or a troll. We will drink mead out of horns and play out my D&D fantasies.
jason - 04/04/08 11:17
Paul, I tried it in NYC, and the stuff I had was more like wine than beer. Fruity tasting. Some friends didn't like it but I didn't think it was too bad.
dragonlady7 - 04/04/08 11:07
I'll be happy to bring some to a party, I just need to know kind of in advance when one will be! :) When's the next one?
paul - 04/04/08 11:00
You have to bring some to a party. I always wanted to try it.
james - 04/04/08 10:14
well poke my eye out and hang me on the world tree! I was just thinking about finding good quality meed. Thank you for posting. It looks pretty easy to do.

03/28/2008 00:09 #43810

lesbian shotgun wedding
ok 2 things in this post.
Yes we are attending a lesbian shotgun wedding.
It's not... exactly... a shotgun wedding. It's a civil partnership ceremony. (You can't call them weddings!! Weddings are for heterosexuals. But at least there are civil partnerships now.) And it was scheduled before my friend got knocked up. But she will be quite obviously pregnant for the ceremony.
See, they scheduled the ceremony, and said, "Once we're legal partners, we'll have a child!" And that was good. But you know, the human body is not a machine. So my friend figured, what the hell, let's start trying now. They've had this reciprocal agreement worked out for ages with a m/m couple down the street, that one of them would donate the, you know, necessary, when it came time. So my friend figured she'd start making the attempt now, and since it usually takes six months to a year to be successful, she'd most likely get pregnant shortly after the ceremony, or perhaps just before, which would also be nice.
Anyway...
Yeah, it worked the first time. So she'll be nearly ready to pop by the end of April. And so it's going to look like a shotgun wedding. As long as they're married before the baby's born, it's all legal, and I think they'll both be allowed to put their names on the birth certificate, which is the important part.


I stayed in a hostel in London (with said friend, actually! Ten years ago now) and it wasn't bad at all, but (e:zobar) is young and not wise in the ways of the world. It is fine and I really doubt anyone will molest his butt. Not with me there to protect him.
But the exchange rate... oh my GOD, I may have to sell my body to pay for booze. Because everything's, like, Manhattan prices there-- what costs you a fiver here costs you a fiver there, and beer is like, seven-- except it's POUNDS not DOLLARS and a pound is TWO DOLLARS NOW! *faints*
It was $1.67 when I was there. It was a long time ago. It was painful even then. Yikes.

Anyhow.
The second thing:
Chita!!
Napping with me:
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Yes she's licking Z's beard in the photo below. He calls her his "assistant" now that he's working from home, and she sits on his lap and licks herself and sometimes him, and headbutts him while he's on conference calls. It's cute.

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Aw I guess I can't get those to work-- they're really big files but I figured it could resize them. Bummer.
metalpeter - 03/28/08 18:02
Ok now I understand how it is a shot gun wedding that sounds like it should be crazy and fun all at the same time.

03/21/2008 09:34 #43746

I am sorry I do not update more.
Apparently if you're not on (e:strip) you're not considered human company.
Chita should have her own (e:strip) journal so (e:zobar) would take her more seriously. (E:Chita) isn't taken.

So I am sorry I do not update more. I am on strike over at Livejournal for today-there is a Content Strike protesting the latest round of, "We Own The Site So Fuck You Who Generate All Its Content And Actually Make It Interesting To Anyone In The World, Including Our Advertisers" wankery. You realize now that LJ has been sold so many times it actually belongs to a Russian company with weird shady Russian ties to Russian things.
But apparently some of them are Jewish, and so the fact that the opposition has chosen to have a Content Strike on Purim is Deeply Significant. Which means, at the moment, that I am either Part of the Solution, or maybe I'm Part of the Problem, over there.
I wish I didn't have my entire adult life invested in the archives there. I am serious, it is my entire adult life. I got that journal in 2001, when I was just about to turn 21. I've updated it almost daily ever since. (I think I've gone up to a week without touching it, but that's unusual.) It's not about the site, it's not about the server architecture, it's absolutely not about the graphic design. But it is, somewhat, about the communities. I've had diaries on and off since I was barely literate, and could never keep them up, because nobody would ever read them. Moving to an online journal (I still don't think of it or treat it as a blog) has not only made me stick with it, but is also far more responsible than my $100,000 creative writing degree for any maturation or improvement that has occurred in my writing. It's also made it possible for me to engage in any kind of introspection / retrospection about my life, because I have no real other records of what I did, thought, said, or felt at any given time in my life, and my memories, where they exist, are often wrong. Memory's a tricky thing.

There's also the added controversy that... well, yes, two or three members of my roller derby league are also members of Livejournal, and read my LJ. I write on there about my whole life, including derby. When I wrote about our last bout, one of the readers linked it to her whole team. (I sort of half-expected she would, but I hadn't said anything I felt was controversial, so I wasn't worried. HA!)
There was a small explosion. And the league's governing Board thought that perhaps it could tell me what to do in regards to my own personal journal. I simply excised any mention of the league by its full name and told them if they wanted more than that, they could fuck themselves. Not in so many words, but more or less. If I'm not going to let some shady Russians who own my servers tell me what I can and can't write about, I'm certainly not letting some overzealous volunteers in an organization that has taken over my life tell me what to do. For one thing, the volunteers don't have Putin on their side.

Anyhow. That's my deep thoughts on "blogging", a word I hate. I am sincerely and truly glad that I have a site I can journal on whose owner I can get drunk with on a semi-regular basis. (E:paul), you are better than lj user=bradfitz, in that I know you and you don't take money from shady Russians.
Well, that I know of.

And here's the real litmus test of whether roller derby peeps read my blog here too (how thoroughly am I being stalked?): the kerfuffle is that I dared to mention that there was controversy over the officiating at our last bout (March 8th), and that I felt like the skaters have really improved from last season but the refs haven't had the same training opportunities and may need some more support. Apparently saying that on the Internet is tantamount to tossing a primed grenade into one of our Board meetings.
I am thinking of making myself a t-shirt (I used to do that a lot, hand-silkscreen/stenciling t-shirts) that just says Trouble on it. I already have one of those O'Reilly t-shirts from ThinkGeek that says "I'm blogging this", which I may just wear to practice next week and see if anyone's head fucking explodes. HA HA.
Sorry. I actually already have a shirt stencil I made in college, that just says, "difficult", because that's what my mother told me I was.
Anyone else want one?

I'm also sort of slowly edging into radical size-acceptance politics. My experience over a year ago of having a doctor be completely disgusted with me and unable to help me at all because I was "obese" has been wearing at me, and so when somebody linked to an article at Shapely Prose (http://www.kateharding.net) I read it, and then spent the rest of the week devouring the site's archives. I love Kate Harding, but I also love the two other women who contribute there, Fillyjonk and Sweet Machine. And I discovered that Sweet Machine is ME:
i.e., Too fat to not be fat, too skinny to be accepted as fat, completely fucked when it comes to finding clothes that fit, etc.
I also got kinda addicted to the blog Junkfoodscience, because OMG SCIENCE. (Incidentally, that's the source for the study (e:Zobar) was writing about the other day.)
The movement is more commonly called Fat Acceptance but I'm more interested in the concept that (radical as it seems) it's just not right to judge someone based solely on their body shape/size/condition. Even on their perceived health. A person is a person, whether they're 135 or 535 pounds. Most size-based discrimination is really income-based or race-based, but hidden behind an acceptable veneer. And almost 100% of the "concern" people express at other people who are too fat, too thin, or engaging in "risky" behaviors like having a glass of wine while pregnant, having a cigarette ever, or, you know, walking down the street while fat: it's the same as concern trolls on the Internet, and it's not about concern for a stranger whose life you know nothing about. It's about the person expressing the concern feeling morally superior. All the "drive-by mommies" who tell other mothers they're not parenting right because their kid is only wearing one sock because the other fell off: Concern trolls. Concern trolls. Concern trolls.
The moral of the story is, mind your own fucking business unless you truly, truly think you can help. Be fucking nice to people and have some goddamn manners. That's all it's really about. And don't assume you know everything because you read a study in the Times that said something, because media-reported studies are usually incomplete, biased, or just plain fabricated. (Just go read junkfoodscience's archives. I'm serious. It's addictive. And fascinating. And depressing. Did you know being obese raises your risk for... surviving a heart attack, or not having one at all? Yup. Take that, concern trolls. ,
And, ha ha, )
So anyhow. I'm kind of glad that this obsession is one that (e:Zobar) can kind of share. He gets shit for being a skinny tall person constantly. I get shit for having fat tits all the time. It's a common interest. Go figure.
So, that's me. How have you all been? I do read on here occasionally, but not enough.

leetee - 03/22/08 23:14
i haven't done any research to see if things have changed, but that's what i learned when i was in hairdressing school many moons ago. the chemicals might enter the bloodstream and therefore, a pregnant woman should not colour her hair.
jenks - 03/22/08 10:55
isn't it dangerous to dye your hair while pregnant? or is that a myth?
leetee - 03/22/08 08:03
(e:Chita)! How is she? Pictures? :O)

A t-shirt that says "difficult"? Love it! I would love one but... i hate wearing t-shirts. Can't find one that fits me well....

Concern trolls. I remember being told by a perfect stranger that i would "always be fat" while in the snack isle at the grocery store.

I don't speak up, because, as you say, the advice is not wanted or asked for, but there are times at work when it is difficult not to. Frustrating. Does it come from me feeling morally superior? I suppose it does. It also comes from a place of sadness when i see children mistreated.

Case in point: In the evening of a cold mid winter day, a very pregnant woman exits her vehicle from the driver's side, smoking. She puts out the cigarette and comes into the store asking about bleach and colour. She asks what volume peroxide needed for both. Since the original colour and the desired colour are necessary information, i ask who the colour and bleach are for. She says herself. I begin to explain to her what is needed then we go to the cash register to check her out while in continue. She asks me to hurry. Her 2 year old is alone in the car.

  • sigh*
dragonlady7 - 03/21/08 11:59
> a few studies

Then read the entire Obesity Paradox series, #1-14, on Junkfoodscience. It's not just a few studies: it's also a whoooole lot of statistics massage. The point of the whole site (which is about a lot of other issues besides obesity, though the big O is currently the biggest "hot button issue" getting the most uninformative studies done about it) is that "studies say" stories are usually written about studies that... don't.
jenks - 03/21/08 11:46
wow, that obesity/ICU survival study was even done here at UB.
Interesting.
However, a lot of the diseases that overweight/obese people are at increased risk for (diabetes, cardiac disease, etc) don't kill you in the ICU. I.e. just b/c fewer ICU patients are obese, doesn't mean obese patients are at less risk for dying.

Don't get me wrong, I'm with you that we shouldn't discriminate based on weight.
But we also can't let a few studies make us suddenly think that obesity doesn't have any health consequences.

(and I say this as a fat girl.) (a fat girl evil doctor, no less.)

;)
dragonlady7 - 03/21/08 11:19
(e:zobar): Yes, she is (e:girlon8wheels), but does not post frequently. Also, she is even more gun-shy about controversy than me, so I am not worried about what will happen if she reads this.

(e:carolinian): Fuck you! I mean... wait... ok, I guess tasty food is something I could be advised to eat.
The difference is between telling someone they're doing something wrong because it makes you feel better, and giving someone friendly advice that they may actually have asked for, or that it is reasonable to assume they might be interested in hearing about, especially if the advice does not presume to make a moral judgment upon them. Advice does not make someone a concern troll: judgment does.

And, sadly, experience has taught me that not even I can be trusted with my own data: I lose it.
carolinian - 03/21/08 10:38
The only person you can ever truly trust with your data is you. You should try to get all the journal entries you ever wrote and make sure they're hosted someplace more trustworthy. Livejournal is open source, so you could start your own buffalo livejournal.

My advice probably puts me in the category of people who tell others how to live their lives, so while you're at it, pick up a box of hamentashen and a bottle of scotch on your way home. :)

zobar - 03/21/08 10:19
Isn't Red a sporadic (e:strip)per?

- Z