Hands

You know that part of your hand... the part that includes all of the thumb and the bottom third of the palm that it attaches to? Currently, all of that part of my right hand is a slowly darkening maroon bruise. Yes, the whole part. And my index, middle, and ring finger pads.

Dragonboat practice last night included the traditional drums being mounted on the boats for the drummers to use. Me, being contrary, didn't like using the stick to beat the thing... so I started slamming my hands on it instead. Bare-handed. For an hour's worth of practice. By the time we got back to the dock, I could barely extend my fingers all the way or make a fist, and even now I'm half typing with finger motion and half lifting my arm at the elbow and plunking my fingers down on the keys.

Ow.

But a fun kind of ow. There's something really viscerally wheeee! about pounding a beat out with your bare hands, flying along a lake (even in rather unfriendly winds). Also, my voice is also half gone from screaming the starting stroke beat at the boat, too... but as of next weekend, hopefully it'll all have paid off.

Drawing is still possible, so that's all that's imperative.

Also... an addendum that's been persisting in my head, regarding my last entry about Terminator Salvation. I previously said that Sam Worthington's performance drives the movie like a stolen truck. I forgot to mention that he actually steals a truck in the movie, too.

Twice.

Okay, so one's a Jeep.

And then he steals a motorcycle, too.

Just sayin'.