I’m tutoring at AST right now (well, not right now, because I’m blogging right now, but I’m in the room where I tutor and I’m getting paid to tutor so don’t get all “semantics” with me, Internet). I actually had a few patrons today, which is rad-tacular (I’M A WRITING SKILLS TUTOR). I haven’t updated in a few days, because nothing interesting has been happening, but now I have a few deadlines bearing down, so it’s definitely time for a little blogging.
Important things I forgot to say about grappling! I asked around, and what I’m doing is actually called no-gi Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. Courtney just called it Women’s Submission Grappling on the poster so as not to freak out chicks. Also! I choked a lady so hard, she said she throw up in her mouth a little. THIS WAS A COMPLIMENT. Double also! This same lady told me that once, a huge guy choked her so hard, both her contacts popped out. True story! In a few months, I will go and roll with men, and it will be fabulous/terrifying. Faberrifying.
Are you guys familiar with The Imp of the Perverse? The name is from Poe, not any gutter-filth, don’t worry! Anyway, just putting this next paragraph into some context for you. I really like pushing buttons.
This story is old, but it’s here by request. During fleet week, I took a tour of a Danish navy ship, and they just let you walk around up in the bridge, with all the delicate instruments tantalizingly exposed. Buttons, radars, even phones. I mean, I’m sure they took precautions, I know I couldn’t’ve fired a missile or started the ship or whatever. But I’m also sure they wouldn’t have taken kindly to me just pushing random buttons, because there were buttons to be pushed. I don’t know why, but the phone next to the captain’s chair was the worst temptation. All I wanted was to pick it up and shout some orders, or ask for a pizza, or I don’t even know what. And that a good way to get suddenly tackled by, like, six angry Danish navy guys. Even I know better than to fuck around on a navy ship! But I sort of wish I didn’t…