Today, I went to the comic book shop and traded some copies of the comic books I made for the 5th Edition D&D Player’s Handbook and Dungeon Master’s Guide. I mean really. How rad is that. Twelve year old me would be amazed that I can actually draw well enough to make a trade like that. (And even more amazed if I told him that the day before, I got $90 for finishing a single page of my comic.)
Then I went to circus school and, as I expected would be happening sometime in the first few weeks, found myself really hating my past self for signing myself up for this. But I’m pretty sure that if I can tough it out for a few weeks of building muscle, future me will be very grateful to current me when she, like, grabs ahold of a rope, slithers up it without a care in the world, and poses gracefully.
Also future me will be generally happy at having a body that is in shape. I’ve had that in the past thanks to burlesque and pole dance; I kinda stumbled into it by utter accident and it turns out it’s really nice to be in shape. I never imagined. So yeah. Fuck you, past me. But you’re welcome, future me.
(I actually say things like that out loud sometimes. It may or may not help with making it easier to do stuff like ‘gruelling exercises’.)
I also got to stop on the way home to have a sandwich, and eat it in a waterfront park, looking out at the brightly-lit Ferris wheel and the gently twinkling lights of… I dunno, whatever the hell is across the sound from downtown. Bainbridge Island, judging from Google Maps. I like living in Seattle, it’s pretty when the sun’s not hiding for days on end.
And I also played with the new version of that use-my-ipad-as-a-cintiq program I’m in the beta test for. I need to fiddle with it a little more and write up my reactions to its UI changes. Maybe tomorrow.