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So-- let me tell you how uncoordinated I am. Yes, I live in an area where Ice and Snow have become plentiful of late, though not 100 inches plentiful. But do I have the decency to slip and fall on the ice? No. I trip coming UP my basement steps, wee hobgoblinn on my heels, but too far back to blame for my clumsiness. I land, inexplicably, on the top of my hand at the juncture between my right ring finger and pinky. And I am damned lucky I didn't break anything. I know this because it was bad enough that I went for an x-ray, something I almost Never do, given my crappy health insurance.
I have to play a wedding in a week-- just one piece, which I arranged for the occasion. The real guy's playing the rest, and I'm just singing. But I almost never get the opportunity to play anything for a real liturgy, much less for people who know me outside the church. There will be a lot of old friends and coworkers present, most of whom are unaware I can do anything musical at all. So I was kind of looking forward to that.
Luckily, today I can actually play with minimal pain-- a little stiffness, but bearable. I certainly have some ideas for how to describe a certain watcher's painful injured fingers, if I should ever need to do so. And I have a week to continue to heal. I tried to play on the instrument at the church where this blessed nuptial event will take place, and unless they tune it between now and next Saturday, I'll have to transpose my piece into a less awful key anyway, and make "Simple Gifts" quite a bit simpler than I was already planning. But that's ok.
I'm also done judging those awards I didn't mention on my locked journal several days ago. It didn't turn out to be as awful as I'd feared. I forced myself through the worst of the categories first, and I was thankful to have that wealth of advice many of you didn't post in answer to my hypothetical whinging about the difficulties of judging fanfic. I still owe some of you answers, which I may get to, but....
Anyway, so I come back online after several days away to find-- lots of stuff I missed. I never thought I'd need to consider cleaning up my flist. But I don't think I'll ever wade back through all of this stuff. Some can easily be ignored-- incomprehensible Drama, name changes, anything at all relating to Torchwood or other fandoms some of the rest of you inhabit, having cable and more free time than I ever shall again. But I feel bad defriending people, especially those who made me feel so welcome when I was the new kid with a journal (and still am in a lot of ways.)
I'll think on it a few days, and maybe drop some communities first-- places where I see the same postings more than once.
Better get back to supervising the dear wee hobgoblinn, cleaning up his room. And other equally improbable things.
Hope all is well in your worlds.
Hob
I have to play a wedding in a week-- just one piece, which I arranged for the occasion. The real guy's playing the rest, and I'm just singing. But I almost never get the opportunity to play anything for a real liturgy, much less for people who know me outside the church. There will be a lot of old friends and coworkers present, most of whom are unaware I can do anything musical at all. So I was kind of looking forward to that.
Luckily, today I can actually play with minimal pain-- a little stiffness, but bearable. I certainly have some ideas for how to describe a certain watcher's painful injured fingers, if I should ever need to do so. And I have a week to continue to heal. I tried to play on the instrument at the church where this blessed nuptial event will take place, and unless they tune it between now and next Saturday, I'll have to transpose my piece into a less awful key anyway, and make "Simple Gifts" quite a bit simpler than I was already planning. But that's ok.
I'm also done judging those awards I didn't mention on my locked journal several days ago. It didn't turn out to be as awful as I'd feared. I forced myself through the worst of the categories first, and I was thankful to have that wealth of advice many of you didn't post in answer to my hypothetical whinging about the difficulties of judging fanfic. I still owe some of you answers, which I may get to, but....
Anyway, so I come back online after several days away to find-- lots of stuff I missed. I never thought I'd need to consider cleaning up my flist. But I don't think I'll ever wade back through all of this stuff. Some can easily be ignored-- incomprehensible Drama, name changes, anything at all relating to Torchwood or other fandoms some of the rest of you inhabit, having cable and more free time than I ever shall again. But I feel bad defriending people, especially those who made me feel so welcome when I was the new kid with a journal (and still am in a lot of ways.)
I'll think on it a few days, and maybe drop some communities first-- places where I see the same postings more than once.
Better get back to supervising the dear wee hobgoblinn, cleaning up his room. And other equally improbable things.
Hope all is well in your worlds.
Hob
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Date: 2007-02-12 01:11 am (UTC)and about the judging, i'm glad it wasn't too terrible! things always seem more daunting at first, don't they?
:D and i understand about feeling like you want to cut everything... the drama is unfortunately not often as compelling as people seem to think it is.
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Date: 2007-02-12 02:18 am (UTC)The judging simplified a lot when several folks, hypothetically, told me my initial reaction (how does plotless sex fit into this category?) was not crazy, nor was it unfair. I actually enjoyed most of it, even thinking up comments that were kind and helpful for the more difficult to critique pieces.
I'll refrain from further comment on the Drama. I have a great deal of sympathy for people suffering depression and other difficulties. But i think I'll stay the heck out of it, myself.
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Date: 2007-02-12 03:30 am (UTC)Ouchie ouchie on your fingers! And it's awful to then try to use the fingers to play. Did young Hob at least clean his room all the way?
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Date: 2007-02-12 04:37 am (UTC)Really sorry about your ouchie!
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Date: 2007-02-12 11:06 am (UTC)Hb
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Date: 2007-02-12 05:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-02-14 02:33 am (UTC)Wee Hob's 11. 12 in April. Such a strange age-- sweet and loving and small one minute, surly and kind of judgment-impaired the next. I wouldn't trade him, though.
Congrats on your recent wedding, and the upswing in your life. I have also fallen behind on comments, but I read faster than I come up with appropriate (or not) comments.
Be safe in the weather tomorrow, if you're in the thick of it.
Hob
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Date: 2007-02-14 03:13 am (UTC)And-- enjoy the littleness while you can, Lady. I miss it.
What categories did you judge for LTM? I had comedy, non-pairing, angst and action (can't remember the actual names).
Hob