Happiness is a Hard Helmet

(heh)

That double entendre is actually in aid of something, you know.  I bought my roller derby pads and helmet today, so when my skates arrive from Sin City Skates, I'll be able to start practicing fully... so frickin' excited!  However, I'm going to the rink tomorrow for my first skate in about fifteen years... I was pretty crap at it then and I'm sure that I'll be pretty crap at it now.  But the good thing is that I'm already financially committed to the derby cause, so I'm more likely to give it a proper go now that I've literally invested in it.

That is all.  I'm just real excited about the whole thing... oh yeah, and I thought of a good derby name too, but since I seem to change my mind every fifteen minutes or so about that, I'll have to keep you posted on what I actually end up with.

By the way, I'm a few pages in to an amazing book (which is good, because I finished Eclipse last night... the less said the better, I've already ranted via email to poor Ngaio.  Needless to say, there was a lot of swearing and a threat to do a very nasty thing with Eclipse, if it wasn't a library book, of course).  The book is Hey, Nietzsche! Leave Them Kids Alone! The Romantic Movement, Rock & Roll, and the End of Civilisation as we know it .  So you can understand why I picked it up.  It's by an Australian dude called Craig Schuftan, who works for triple j on a show called 'The Culture Club', and so far, he's presenting some pretty amazing and interesting ideas.  But I'll have to get back to you on that one too, because I'm only on page eleven and without being too mean about it, it could all go to custard on page twelve.

Werewolf vs. Vampire. Who wins? No-one.

As some of you lucky enough to be within ranting range will no doubt be aware, I've been reading the Twilight series.  Yes, I am over the age of fourteen, but I am a girl, so at least I meet one of the requirements for reading them.  I also like vampires (although, obviously, I don't know any personally).  Bram Stoker, Anne Rice, Poppy Z. Brite... all good in my book.  However, I tend to like bad ass (or even better, uggo) vampires over pretty boy vampires, so Edward and his 'unutterably gorgeous' kin were fighting a losing battle right from the start.  Give me 'Nosferatu: Phantom der Nacht' over 'Interview with a Vampire' any day...

By the way, I know that I'm not really qualified to write this post just yet, since I'm only half way through 'Eclipse' (the second to last one, for those of you lucky enough to be living under a rock for the past three years).  I just feel compelled to post about something, and this was all I could think of.  Plus, I know it's kind of a contentious thing... people either LOVE Twilight, or hate its guts.  At the moment, I have to confess to being a bit torn.    As I'm getting through the story, I have this major sense of impatience with Edward and his 'family' - though mostly Edward.  I mean, you love her, bite her... and damn the consequences, right?  I know he's all worried about Bella's soul and what-not, but the worry seems... unfounded.  Plus, I have to admit to being fully 'Team Jacob', but that might be because I'm a cold frog and the idea of having a nice warm werewolf to snuggle up to is pretty appealing. 

Soup du jour, that's for sure.

Medieval Times has a lot to answer for.  Not only is it totally on my list of things to do when I finally haul my ass to the U.S of A (one down from basking in the awesome that is Magnolia bakery, and one up from sitting through a whole real-life baseball game, beer and hotdog in hand), it's where the Them Crooked Vultures legend began.  Y'all can google the rest of the legend, because it's all over everywhere, and I can't be arsed typing it all - suffice to say, it's truly legendary (though it would have been more legendary if Dave Grohl and Jack Black had actually been allowed to have a sword fight... beggars can't be choosers, I suppose).