"I love mah dead gay swan!"

[robling_t]

Days 3 & 4 of events: LYS closed Mondays and Tuesdays; soldiering on with the interchangeable, and quite ready to get the call that the new needle is in at the LYS, believe me. Work is growing visibly, but not as rapidly as it might if I weren't wrestling with the added strain of the angled-connector circular trying to torque out of my hands with every stitch. Aching fingers crossed that tomorrow will be the day, since I'm getting close to the stage where the pocket will be inserted.



So, how about that men's short-program? Nice to see that Yevgeny Pluschenko seems to have gotten over the gender-dysphoria thing and found a better stylist, although I fear the poor lad has the Bad Hair just like mine. But Johnny Weir, man... anyone think he was seriously traumatized by Bjork's Oscar dress?

As to me, I spent the morning watching curling again, which at least goes slowly enough that I can understand what I'm looking at. I can't picture how one straps planks on one's feet to plunge down a mountain (in fact as a born flatlander I can't exactly even picture the mountain), but throwing rocks around, now, that's something I could think I could do -- maybe not at all well, to be sure, but it at least corresponds to muscles I know I sort of have. Sort of.