So, I’ve been a lazy lazy-bones for the past little while. This is why God invented RSS feeds you can ignore until a person gets her act together and updates again, I guess? Whatever!
I went for a long weekend to Ottawa with the lovely Miss Katherine, and in one drunken moment claimed that I could fight most of an octopus. I think because eight legs is, like, two people? Limbs-wise? And two-on-one isn’t really fair, but maybe I could do slightly more than one-on-one, so I guess, like, I could fight all of one guy and another guy’s arms or something? Which equals 3/4’s of an octopus? Look, I was drunk. Ernest Hemingway once said that you should actually do everything you claimed you would do while drunk, just to teach yourself to shut the hell up. So on the advice of Hemingway, I guess I’ll be heading to MarineLand with my boxing gear and some octopus-grade handcuffs.
Do you guys want actually fightin’ news? The other day was “get hit in the face” day, where you put in your mouth guard, put your hands up, and get hit in the face over and over for three minutes while practicing the elusive art of Not Blinking. It’s funny to do because your partner keeps checking if you’re OK, so you keep assuring the guy that’s hitting you in the face that you’re cool while maintaining this unavoidably crazy Not Blinking game face.
I had karaoke shenanigans the other night! It was my first time at karaoke, very exciting. I sang Werewolves of London, because I am only interested in songs where I get to howl, apparently. Also, I’m one of those “only knows the lyrics” people, so I don’t actually know the titles of, like, any songs, unless the title is in the chorus. Lessons learned from karaoke: put you’re name down early. I put mine down late and wound up waiting forever. I would’ve sung more, but I was ready to leave by the time I finally got up. So, learn from me, karaoke virgins. Also, people misspell things, so don’t give up. It may be under “Wherewolves of London” after all.