This morning, I sprawled in the living room with my ex-with-benefits and showed off the cool font I'd bought for use in Drowning City. We then looked at more cool fonts on the Internet.
Then we went to Trabant for drinks and a scone. I sat there after he left and drew three drawings of a robot chakat* for the next page of Rita. I find the fact that I will be paid almost a hundred bucks for this to be delightfully absurd; the Internet has made some very weird and personal works almost sustainable!
After that, I came back home and changed my clothes, then went out to my first Introductory Aerial class at SANCA. It was less grueling than I was afraid it would be but I am pretty sure that will change soon. A guy practicing wire-walking near where we were doing basic lifts and poses was quite taken with my crow leggings; he identifies with crows, he said, and uses the French word for “crow” as his Circus Name.
Of course people have Circus Names. I don't know why I would have ever thought that was not the case.
(Sadly for Young Monsieur de Corbeau those leggings are out of print.)
I am, of course, utterly terrible at this new skill. I will have to build up a lot of upper arm strength, and some friction resistance in certain particular places. This is no surprise; I was expecting as much from my pole dance experiences. And of course there are exercises designed for just this; I'm going to be hitting the chin-up bar in my bathroom door with renewed vigor over the next few weeks, using a different grip than the one I normally do, and doing some different things!
And now I am in bed, and must sleep soon so I can go to the dentist tomorrow. And then to see “Inherent Vice” with the ex-with-benefits, the ex-without-benefits, and possibly one of the ex-without-benefits' new significant others. Did that sound complicated? That sounded complicated.
* it's a furry thing, basically it is a cat-centaur. But “chakat” is funnier to say.