The ferry docked up a few minutes ago, and is currently unloading. The very first vehicle off was an ambulance. Which makes sense, as I think about it. It's probably a patient transfer to one of the better equipped facilities here in the bigger city, but if the patient is stable, there is no reason at all for the huge expense of a helicopter. And a matter of humanity, even if it's not an emergency, ambulances should be the first things on and off the ferries.
I went climbing this morning at Vertical World, doing mostly 5.9s, and not amazingly well. I have to climb more than once a week to keep improving at this. My best day ever was the day that I on-sited a bunch of 10a's and a10b back to back. One of my last climbs today, I fell and mistakenly grabbed the rope, and somehow the slack and the spring did not work as it should, and I burned my hands. So now I have an interestingly shaped mild first degree burn forming a couple of stripes on my fingers. Ouch.
I've seen Watchmen twice now (at the Cinerama, of course). I much prefer the movie ending to the one in the novel. Thought I do wish that we still had the scene where John told Adrian "Nothing ever ends", just so I could see the look of guilty shock and fear on Adrian's face. But still, a great translation to the screen, and probably the best "superhero movie" ever made, and it possibly may turn to be the best movie of it's genre ever made.
The first time I saw the movie, I triggered really hard during some scenes. (I will not say which ones here, and if you think you can guess, you are probably wrong.) I'm sure that my neighbors in the theater thought they were sitting next to a crazy man, seeing this big guy all in black suddenly curling up in his seat, pulling his hat over his face, and breathing and shaking for a while. I really dislike this Crazy, and I'm so glad I've been getting better each passing week.
The ferry is underway now. Boat and train is such a "gentle" way to travel, compared to the cramped and high-energy density nature of flying.
Last week, Seth Godin opened up his private online discussion board to a handful of new participants, and I was lucky enough to be one of them. I've been reading his blog for a couple of years now, and have read all of his books. I brought a copy of his most recent one, Tribes, to reread in the evenings when I'm tired of drawing practice.
Yesterday afternoon I spent a couple of hours having an interesting conversation at Remedy Tea, with someone I had met a few weeks ago at a party. This is the person who sprung the "you! you are him! i know who you are" on me. It was fun to get to know her better. We structured the conversation as alternating questions, which was both invigorating but really hard work. When I am "on", I don't have much trouble answering questions, but coming up with good ones to ask is often really tough.
Last night I went to see the Little Red Studio's show "Two Night Stand". My friend j5nn5r gave me his comp, and I brought dip_thong as my plus-one. One of the acts I remember well from when I worked the Red Show last year, but I had never seen it from an audience seat. In the past I had always seen it from the tech booth, while also handing the audio board, and reviewing my own part in the show. The other dance numbers were also much fun to watch, and I kept the program so that I could buy some of the music.
I spent all of last week in San Francisco, attending the IETF74 meeting. That trip report is worth it's own post.
I'd like to thank all my friends and family who checked in with me after reading my post of last Sunday. It's wonderfully good to have people I trust who care about me, and I honestly do not know how I would have made it without that. That a "messy breakup" (bitter laugh) is a near universal human experience does not really make it any less agonizing, especially for the first time.
We are now almost at the end terminal, so I will go back down to my car now.
I made my way to the B&B, thanks to the GPS in my phone. My room is snug little place, it's a converted bay in what was formerly a 3 car garage, behind a cute little house on a cule little rural road in the cute little rurality of Bainbridge Island. After getting somewhat settled in, and working out that the local cell data connection is spotty, I relaxed a bit, cried a bit, and then went out walking.
When the trees are out of the way, looking over the water, the Seattle skyline sits on the horizon, utterly recognizable, and yet looking fantastic and alien, the blue haze of distance emphasizing the blacks and whites and odd shapes of the larger structures. I love my city, probably a bit too much.
Class is tomorrow.