Thursday, February 16, 2012
I haven't forgotten you all. I just went back to work and moved house. This was the biggest move I've ever done. I haven't left the state or anything, but this is the furthest away I've lived from where I grew up, and I like it. I will miss living by the beach, and being super close to some of my family and friends, but living closer to the city, to my regular comic book store, and to work will vastly improve my state of mind I think.
I've seen a handful of films since I last posted, so if you enjoy reading my movie rants you have a chunk of those to look forward to.
Pictured is my hand after I destroyed in a skateboarding accident yesterday afternoon. Let me set the scene:
I am still in the process of adventuring the suburb and surrounding area of our new home. I had to go to the post office to pick up some coffee I had ordered, so rather than drive for 5 minutes I decided to take my skateboard and roll there. Getting home much earlier than I had been all of last year, I figured I should use at least some of that extra time to exercise, so skateboarding fit the bill.
On the way to the post office I encountered a fairly big hill. I walked up it and then rolled down. It was a fast roll, complete with skateboard wobbles, and I enjoyed every second. Thankfully the incline of the hill mellowed just before an intersection and I was able to stop easily.
I picked up my coffee, bought myself a drink and a newspaper, and then began the trek back home. As I walked up the hill I had just rolled down I debated whether or not I should roll back down the other side. It was this split second decision that would see me covered in bandages at work the next day.
As I rolled down the hill, the wind in my hair, I noticed that this side of the incline was not mellowing out before an intersection. I saw a mattress of soft, tall grass to my left, and thought perhaps I could slow myself down by rolling my board into it. Instead of the soft, gradual slow down that I had anticipated, the grass acted like a small brick wall, stopping my board suddenly. As I became airborne and lurched forward I could see the cement footpath speeding towards my vulnerable face. I stuck out my hands and they acted as breaks, along with my right shoulder, my right elbow and forearm, my side, and my right knee. I destroyed my new-ish shorts and a few layers of skin, but I came out of it with no broken bones. Also the coffee survived.
Walking home, blood and torn clothes visible to all, skateboard in hand, I felt like I was wearing a quirky Halloween costume, but I think the defeated look on my face was probably all too convincing for these wounds to be fake.
Now I'm sticky and I sting. If I am to attempt a massive downhill roll like that again I think some padding and protection is required. I am not a 12 year old any more.
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