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Oh, Canada...
I'm attending the 2015 When Words Collide event in Calgary, AB!
I had a short story accepted for the upcoming "Scarecrow" anthology from World Weaver Press. They'll be 'launching' the antho and it's partner-antho, "Corvidae" at the event, and invited authors to attend. We'll be doing readings from the antho's at a book social, answering questions, mingling with the fans, yada yada. All in all, it should be a really good time.
So I'm pretty excited about my upcoming trip to Canada.
I haven't been to Canada since I went their with my college judo club in 1995. Yes, I played judo. Don't mess with me! Seriously. I can like, um. Well... OK. Fine. I can't really do anything anymore. Cut me some slack! I played judo for a couple of years in the mid 90's, for Pete's sake.
Anyway, it was an awesome trip. We got across the border and immediately headed for a drug store to get Tylenol with codeine. You could get it over the counter, and let me tell you, that stuff is amazing!
The tourney was a lot of fun, but I pulled a gluteus maximus in my second match. FYI, that's the big muscle in your butt cheek. So I headed to the locker room to lather on some Icy Hot.
Picture me in my judo gi (the nifty, white coat and pants that comprise the judo player's uniform), standing by the sink with my pants pushed down, massaging my butt cheek when two other guys walk in.
Now picture that awkward moment where they look at me with my hand on my ass, and I look at them in the bathroom mirror's reflection.
Awesome.
It gets better. One of the rules of judo is that you can't have anything like Icy Hot on your hands when you fight. The reason is simple enough. You don't want to risk getting the stuff in the other player's eyes. It's rude at best, cheating at worst. So after fixing my pants, I started to wash my hands vigorously. I'd smell my hands periodically to make sure I couldn't smell any Icy Hot.
So again, picture me at the sink, washing my hands and repeatedly smelling them when the same guys walked back through.
Now picture me awkwardly freezing with my fingers to my nose, looking at the guys in the mirror's reflection while they pause and stare.
Awesome.
So, yeah. I'm pretty excited because this trip to Canada will give me a chance to do new, embarrassing things. As a story-teller, those are priceless.
I had a short story accepted for the upcoming "Scarecrow" anthology from World Weaver Press. They'll be 'launching' the antho and it's partner-antho, "Corvidae" at the event, and invited authors to attend. We'll be doing readings from the antho's at a book social, answering questions, mingling with the fans, yada yada. All in all, it should be a really good time.
So I'm pretty excited about my upcoming trip to Canada.
I haven't been to Canada since I went their with my college judo club in 1995. Yes, I played judo. Don't mess with me! Seriously. I can like, um. Well... OK. Fine. I can't really do anything anymore. Cut me some slack! I played judo for a couple of years in the mid 90's, for Pete's sake.
Anyway, it was an awesome trip. We got across the border and immediately headed for a drug store to get Tylenol with codeine. You could get it over the counter, and let me tell you, that stuff is amazing!
The tourney was a lot of fun, but I pulled a gluteus maximus in my second match. FYI, that's the big muscle in your butt cheek. So I headed to the locker room to lather on some Icy Hot.
Picture me in my judo gi (the nifty, white coat and pants that comprise the judo player's uniform), standing by the sink with my pants pushed down, massaging my butt cheek when two other guys walk in.
Now picture that awkward moment where they look at me with my hand on my ass, and I look at them in the bathroom mirror's reflection.
Awesome.
It gets better. One of the rules of judo is that you can't have anything like Icy Hot on your hands when you fight. The reason is simple enough. You don't want to risk getting the stuff in the other player's eyes. It's rude at best, cheating at worst. So after fixing my pants, I started to wash my hands vigorously. I'd smell my hands periodically to make sure I couldn't smell any Icy Hot.
So again, picture me at the sink, washing my hands and repeatedly smelling them when the same guys walked back through.
Now picture me awkwardly freezing with my fingers to my nose, looking at the guys in the mirror's reflection while they pause and stare.
Awesome.
So, yeah. I'm pretty excited because this trip to Canada will give me a chance to do new, embarrassing things. As a story-teller, those are priceless.
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