Wednesday, July 08, 2009

The summer, it is full.

So, umm... Where did June go? I swear it was here just a second ago.

Summer is pretty full this year. To borrow from my favorite 6 year old philosopher, The Days Are Just Packed.

I just got back from Go Play Northwest, which was a fantastic weekend of gaming.

I've been doing a bunch of writing for Reality Cops - mostly compiling from various scribbles, playtest notes, brainstorming notes, and the dark recesses of my brain, and producing the text which will be the ashcan edition for Gencon.

From July 18-26 (roughly), we're camping at Greenwater, the first weekend in August is Quad War, the weekend after that is batizado, and then we're back at the previously mentioned Gencon on the week/weekend after that. Then two weeks of breather, and school's in again.

Somewhere in there, I need to finish the brick patio under our balcony, and do a bunch of work on the Quadwar cabin, and hey, it would be kinda nice if we were able to take a few days with the new tent trailer (we're cabin-ing at Greenwater, because we didn't know/weren't sure we'd have the trailer when we had to book).

At least I don't need to fit time in to make more bowls for Blood and Bronze... I re-injured my frakking wrist, which means it will be probably a month or more before I can swing a hammer. So, no new sets of Without Peer for Gencon this year. :(

James

Labels: Blood and Bronze, capoeira, geekery, Reality Cops

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Brought to you by the letter "ow"...

So folks in my immediate circle already know this, in the specific, and most everyone knows this in the general case, but: I can sometimes be pretty stupid, and it makes my life complicated.

This particular example of stupid is, while sporting a sprained left wrist from falling badly in capoeira on the 4th (a week ago Thurs.), I went to the roda on that Saturday, because people (myself among them) were being given their capoeira names.

Capoeira names is kind of a big deal, because it, even more than a corda or whatever, is a "you're a capoeistra now" change. It's a tradition that grew out of the need for secret names from when capoeira was still a hidden and persecuted slave martial art. So anyway, super-enthusiastic newly minted capoeistra me wants to go and get his secret name, so he goes to the roda.

And get my feet swept out from under me. And fall badly. Again. I stopped myself with both hands, and the blinding pain shooting up my left arm managed to distract me for quite a while, so it wasn't until the roda was almost over* that I realized my right arm was kinda sore.

Yeah, that kind of stupid. So here we are a week later, and I've got soft tissue (tendons or muscles or ligaments or all of the above) damage to both my left wrist and my right elbow.

Leaving aside that this complicates work (can't lift things, turning a screwdriver is actively painful), home (can't lift things, opening things is tricky), capoeira (can't put any weight on my hands), and a bunch of other stuff (clean out the garage? Lay more laminate floor? Hah!), we come to, finally, the point of this post.

I can't make more bowls for Blood and Bronze right now. And all of my product is now carried through IPR, which includes Blood and Bronze Without Peer!. And, drum roll please...

I have an order for one. And no bowls to fill it with. Spider Robinson was right. God is an Iron.

James

*Yes, I stayed until the end. I even played once or twice more. What? Why are you looking at me like that?

Labels: Blood and Bronze, capoeira, publishing

Friday, September 21, 2007

Ahh, muscle memory

So I was going over pictures last night with *, and there is one excellent picture of me doing a perfect kung fu front kick. Like, flawless. Knee bent, heel slightly raised, arms out for balance, toes curled back...

If only I wasn't supposed to be playing capoeira with Mestre Bamba in the picture....

Stupid muscle memory.

James

Labels: capoeira