something I forgot to mention previously…finally was able to get a scanner off ebay, and it arrived in prompt fashion, but was apparently damaged in transit, and of course I didn’t have insurance on it, didn’t think about it/didn’t figure I’d need it. That is always the way. That is my life. Some piece that kept the scanning mechanism on track and level was broken. I found this out when I tried to scan something the first time…the scanner bar went down as it should but then could not return because one side had come out of line and when the mechanism tried to come back the bar jammed. So I got a prescan of the latest Orli-as-Will-Turner drawing I did last month, but then the thing jammed so we’re out of a scanner again. I’m waiting to hear from the guy if I might get any money back. I don’t really expect to, as it wasn’t his fault at all (or at least I’m willing to believe that the guy wouldn’t sell me something that was broken already), but maybe he’ll feel generous. Eh.
I also got invited to play in a softball game with a coworker’s team. It was quite fun, made more interesting given the fact that it’s been at least four years since I picked up a bat and glove…I used to be on a team in middle school and we played the obligatory few games in high school PE. The main reason I was good for the team was I could run fast… so if I was lucky enough to not strike out (mainly through the un-stellar skills of the pitcher–I walked much more than I ever hit or tried to hit the ball) I would be able to either a) make it to first base because the throw was too slow to get there before me or b) get on first somehow and then steal a couple of bases to be in scoring position by the time someone with hitting skills came up to the plate. Anyway, present tense…I actually managed to hit the ball each time I went up, and made it to at least first base each time…yay beating out the throw! But I only made it to third twice…not my fault the team I was playing with wasn’t exactly the greatest 😉 We lost, which meant the end of season ‘tournament’ didn’t last very long for us…ok by me because I actually had to get home and head to the hospital to see my uncle. The game was made even shorter by the fact we played double innings…you’d bat for three outs then another three and then you’d switch to fielding. A little odd, and it’s a coed league so some of the rules are a little weird, but hey, it was something active. I need more of that in my life. They asked me to come back next season 🙂 We’ll see. They play thursday nights (!) Everything is on thursday nights. This, most of the tv shows I like to watch during the week, SCA meetings (which of course I’ve never gone to, but I’d like to)… meh. Of course, today I’m terribly sore and that bugs me no end. I keep telling myself I should work out…and then I don’t. Where is my motivation? Scratch that. I know what my motivation is. I’m just to lazy to act on it. I can still fit into my jeans, after all.
So, before this post degenerates into a self-pity exposition, I’ll go back to reading the UK GQ article on Orlando and then go to sleep, me and my achy body. See you tomorrow.