Haran

...may mean "hundred" in Quenya, though it is a bit uncertain.


The four hundredth and second post. Huh. Who would have thought it.

Something odd happened. Something unique. See... I went off to this place Bosön, centre of Swedish sports yada yada and research, to see a specialist... again. Another one. Yaay. Physiologist something something. But, the oddest thing happened: she listened. She listened.

Not just to this or that or a part... but to all of it. I went there because of my sore shoulder, but when the hour was over, she had asked me questions like "Did you say that you had trouble with your knees, too?" and taken the time to listen. I was... amazed, to say the least. And we might take a look at those other bits and pieces of hurtyness at a later date. Wow.
Monday I went back, and got a nice program for rehabilitation. Seems my right shoulder has gone a bit wonky, something with how the biceps and the arm-bone connects to the shoulder. It does seem possible to correct, I am apparently already ahead of where most people are, because I have an upright way of standing and walking, and so on, and this has helped it to not get any worse than what it is.
Today, I went back again, and got to show some of what we do in iaido, so she had a better understanding of why my shoulder is like it is, and how it came to be, and how to counter it, and so on. Then I also got one more excercise to add to the programme. Muscles... burning...

She listened. I'm still amazed.


Snow continues to fall, and I enjoy it. More so when I'm at home, but that's mainly because I can go skiing. Five kilometres is a bit short, but ten, oh, that's more like it. I love skiing. The cross-country kind especially.

Considering giving up this archaeology-shite. Feth, what with all the crud related to writing a Masters and so on, I'm not sure this hasn't been two years of the world telling me to stop trying. I want to, but, I'm sure there are many others out there that are going to be great archaeologists, and after all, I do more or less manage to live on my irregular salary, so, maybe it's kind of fair I let them have the jobs I'd have done awesome instead.


Geeking out has been a theme recently.
I'm all excited about building a kill team of 200 pts, for 40K. The new Battle Missions look positively delectable. And why not make one entirely consisting of Harlequins? I do so love my Stormtroopers, and my Inquisitor, and... and...
And I should get a Mordheim elf magician to convert a bit. I always liked it, and we're running a small event soon, where we get to stand and throw spells at people (that is, figures, minis, in Warhammer) running the gauntlet.
I might also have got some sort of energy to finish the first 500 pts of that Rivendell army that I was working on and then sort of stopped working on. I love them so much, I want to see it finished!
The work with foxlings army goes well, I need to balance the time-aspect with the fact that this paintjob is supposed to be worth one, two months of my part of the rent. A lot of it is salvage, though, and being nervous that I'll accidentally slip onto the red clothing. That red has been painted with, among other things, bloody Chestnut Ink, which went out of production two years ago. It looks good, oh, certainly, but... it makes matching that five-person command squad to the rest a bit... tricky. Then again, the characters in it (I say characters, because these guys are likely to earn their own names) are probably dodgy enough to ninj themselves some non-standard gear.


But the most geekout thing of them all came today, when a certain manager-someone who knew Graham McNeill from way back when in Scotland, asked me, "Ellie, how far have you read in 'A Thousand Sons'?" I hadn't, very far at all, being occupied with the wisdom of "Book of Five Rings". He had read a bit farther, though, and opened a book, and there, staring back at me from the page, was:
"A word came to her, a name, perhaps: Elenaria."

I'll let you read it yourself, but I have my own personal guesses as to what that mention means. In fact, I'm delighted. "Someone" has clearly... read up a bit on me, I think, or just hit the spot perfectly.


Well, I did win that fun little competition way back... and I was delighted by the signed books and all. But THIS I had no idea about. I don't know if it will matter in the slightest in the rest of the book, or series, or at all, but this doesn't hinder the fact that, until told otherwise, I'm grabbing that bit of geekgasm as well, and squeeing over it.
Damn. I'm cool.

This big grin of mine is going to take days to rub off (that was NOT a challenge, world!).


And lastly; damn me but if I'm not getting less bad at koryu! (Ooh, many negations...) I'm not good, not by far, but I am, which I suppose I have mentioned, less utter crap than I used to. I think I could even fake being decent in one or two. It's all in the timing, really, but I am starting to force my body to understand what in the gods' names that means. I feel also that I am beginning to use my sword better. It's the eternal spiral, you always return to learn new things about that which you already knew a lot about.
Mm. My sword. Reminded by my little cameo just how much I love him, and my other one. She's rarely used these days, but that doesn't diminish my feelings for her.



...I'm in a book. A Black Library book. A Horus Heresy book. One written by Graham McNeill. If you'll excuse me, I'll go and squee with delight a bit more.