At The Bloggers' Party
All those miles from home, and whom do I find at the party? Mr. Ducky! Or at least a facsimile thereof.If you look closely at my right knee, you'll notice a bandage. The first night of the party, I managed to do a little pirouette on the pool deck. The scrape on my knee isn't the worst of the injury; concrete is very unforgiving, and my right big-toe has a huge gash. But thanks to the first-aid skills of our hostess's husband, all is well.
[Thanks to Romeocat for the photo]
posted by Always On Watch @ 8/06/2006 07:40:00 PM
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43 Comments:
Must have been a great night...
Hope the healing happens soon, or at least the sting departs quickly.
God bless,
I had a few of those, myself. Woke up off Cadiz, Spain, wondering why my sheets were bloody. Turns out that the skin over my elbow was incompatible with the steel deck. Thank heavens, I wasn't available to witness that.
Just kidding, of course, for you, but not for me. I am much saner now.
Michael,
I have no excuse for my hard landing.
And we had two great nights!
Old Soldier,
I'm healing nicely. But that gouge on my big toe? OUCH!!! I learned how to exit the pool safely. LOL.
And now that I'm back home, I can wear beach walkers and reduce the pressure on that toe.
It was a great party--outstanding food and yapping away half the night. We were out in the ocuntry, complete with all the requisite night noises.
My husband has now decided that my blogging has benefits for him. I expect to hear no more grousing about all my time on the computer.
George Mason,
I think that I made quite an impression on the witnesses. I may have scared them more than I scared myself.
And bleeding is good, right? A sanitizing effect. The pool deck needed a bit of cleaning. LOL.
Somehow, in the course of the grand move which lasted less than two seconds, I was able to protect my back and my head.
I am very grateful that you are okay, AOW. It could have been much worse.
When you first mentioned Mr. Ducky you had me going. I thought, "Oh, nooooooooo! would he really show up at a conservative blogging party?" Heh, just a rubber ducky, thank goodness! I am quite surprised that you didn't cover him with duct tape before having someone snap the picture! ;)
Ohhhh! It's a proper, real rubber ducky!
Are you sure it wasn't the duck that attacked you and inflicted all those terrible injuries?
A nice chubby, rubber ducky! those things are killers, have to watch out for the little buggers! Glad you suffered "minor" injuries only, the wrenching while falling can do a real number on you, my friend can testify to that! Nearly dislocated 2 discs. OUCH! First dancing at a Beachboys concert, then waltzing at a blogger party, what are we going to do with you?
Glad you had fun!
Good morning and G*D bless!
tmw
What with this new Ducky avatar? We want the Aflack duck. Ever since Ernie dumped him he embraced Marxism and became an anti semite. He got kicked of Sesame Street for a long winded tirade against the late Mr Hooper.
i'm glad to know you are all right! i'm also a faller and while it wasn't so bad ten years ago, now i just want to stay where i've fallen for an hour or so...
i say to my husband, "i-i-i'm okay!" and he'll say, "no you're not."
As I told Beak in a comment just now, I was out of touch with all news and the blogosphere over the weekend. Now I've got some catching up to do, especially that flap with Reuters.
And I still haven't read all the comments posted to my blog during my absence.
Gayle & Nanc,
The Lord was watching over me! I'm still amazed that I didn't seriously hurt myself.
I've never been a faller. I hope I'm not setting a new trend for myself.
Missing Link & Gayle,
If you look closely at the ducky in the photo, you'll notice a string. Attached to that string is a thermometer for measuring the water temperature.
The ducky had nothing to do with my fall, BTW.
And, Gayle, can you imagine what the weekend would have been like had Mr. Ducky been present? Hmmmm....
Beak,
Really, Mr. Ducky should have a rubber ducky avatar.
Quite a lot of fireworks on the internet this past weekend. The wake up calls continue.
Jean-Luc Godard,
http://www.adherents.com/people/pg/Jean_Luc_Godard.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean-Luc_Godard
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000419/bio
Born bourgeois in europe he became a Maoist. Hey if you're gonna go with it pick the one with the most dead!!!
AOW: The fellow you are holding in the photograph does look a lot like a.....
moron!
HAHAHAHAHAHA etc.,
(With apologies to Anonymous)
AOW: So glad that the toe and knee were all that suffered!
I hope a good time was had by all!
R'cat,
I should have mentioned those blueberry pancakes! They're my favorite.
Let's see, what else did we have to eat? Veggies and dip, grilled chicken (the best I've ever had--I brought home the leftovers), green beans, hamburgers, grilled steaks with mushrooms and zucchini, and a garden salad with homegrown tomatoes. We ate like royalty!
Yep, the food AND the company made up for the big boo-boo!
BTW, my limp is nearly gone as the knee is now flexing almost the full range of motion.
And next time, Kat, I promise I won't do the pool pirouette. We'll be back!
Addendum to Kat,
When you visit the D.C. area, I know a particularly good Thai restaurant very close to my house. The restaurant is not part of a chain.
Duck,
As a matter of fact Ducky was a Life scout and can still do a pretty good field dressing.
I'm good at tending injuries, even though I never had any Scout training. But I'm not fond of tending my own injuries because I often flinch when I have to do the disinfecting to myself.
Brooke,
All of us had the best of times. And we didn't talk about our blogs ALL the time. LOL.
And Another Thing,
Bwahahahahaha!
But I felt like a moron when I had my, um, hard landing. I've had more graceful moments.
Mr. Beamish,
I had a whole weekend away from the news.
I just heard on the afternoon news about the Reuters story which I read at your site. Apparently, some of the Qana photos will have to be re-scrutinized.
Aesthetics mr. ducky...
Watch your aesthetics! Comedy is to be used to shame the values of the lowly and tragedy to honor those of the high born.
Aristotle, Poetics
Since the objects of imitation are men in action, and these men must be either of a higher or a lower type (for moral character mainly answers to these divisions, goodness and badness being the distinguishing marks of moral differences), it follows that we must represent men either as better than in real life, or as worse, or as they are. It is the same in painting. Polygnotus depicted men as nobler than they are, Pauson as less noble, Dionysius drew them true to life.
Now it is evident that each of the modes of imitation above
mentioned will exhibit these differences, and become a distinct kind in imitating objects that are thus distinct. Such diversities may be found even in dancing, flute-playing, and lyre-playing. So again in language, whether prose or verse unaccompanied by music. Homer, for example, makes men better than they are; Cleophon as they are; Hegemon the Thasian, the inventor of parodies, and Nicochares, the author of the Deiliad, worse than they are. The same thing holds good of Dithyrambs and Nomes; here too one may portray different types, as Timotheus and Philoxenus differed in representing their Cyclopes. The same distinction marks off Tragedy from Comedy; for Comedy aims at representing men as worse, Tragedy as better than in actual life.
Oh, that's right. Since Marx inverted these valuations of good and bad, Jean luc Godard has been practicing Aristoteleon aesthetics.
Now what were its'limits again?
Hello, Farmer!
perhaps we could be calling you esther williams if you'd have just shoved off into the pool?
plucky - your attempt at depth is quite frankly, hilarious.
Nanc,
I'm as graceful as Esther Williams in the water. But on the pool deck, bad things can happen.
a very similar thing happened to me when i was eight months pregnant with our son - only i injured my knee shoving off into the pool trying to look like esther williams...
that rounded lip around the edge of the pool is a killer.
Hi always!
This seems to be your summer for injuries. Glad to hear it wasn't serious!
mr. ducky,
Really? You might be right, since comedy is used to prevent a certain sense of tomorrow from ever happening...
Anonymous,
Definitely, the summer of aches and pains. And this injury was my own carelessness, so I've taken heed of the shart learning-curve.
Ducky
To all of us non film heads that avatar looks like Carlos the Jackal
or DB Cooper.
Did ya have a blast?..what were the other bloggers like?..:)
Gotta watch the Margarita consumption near the pool, AOW!
WHT,
It was an outstanding few days. Besides the hostess and me, only two other bloggers were there: Seth and Ogre. Seth is a hoot--sarcastic, just as I can be. And Seth helped to pick me up when I did my pirouette landing (Ogre hadn't yet arrived).
As conservative bloggers, we had a lot in common.
My husband and I were the oldest at the party. I expected that.
Benning,
No margaritas were served. And I can't blame alcohol consumption for my fall.
Once I had taken that nasty fall, I was MUCH more careful when I exited the pool!
Damn AOW, this may just be going around. But at least now we have matching knees! I'm glad yours wasn't permanently damaged either. We should do a limping blogger dance together. I attributed my accident to the "blogger gods" for not updating my site, but this doesn't seem to have been your problem.
And wow, Ducky's everywhere (except on his own site.....I'm still waiting)
Ducky has a site??
What is it?
Anonymous,
Sorry to disappoint you, but Duck doesn't have his own site. Pim's Ghost and I have encouraged him to start one, but he hasn't.
Pim's Ghost,
Ah, I remember your knee injury!
At least it happened to you on your home turf. I hadn't been at the party for very many hours before I damaged my body. **sigh**
We're finding out just how unforgiving concrete can be too.
BTW I can't see from the picture, but were you wearing your patriotic sandals?
Cube,
I was barefoot when the picture was taken because I'd just exited the pool. But I DID wear my red sandals for the little jaunt to the party. And today is Friday, so I'll be wearing my red sandals today!
I would just like to take the time to point out here that the stories of most of my fondest memories contain the phrase "The first night of the party..."
Mr. Beamish,
I think that you're more of a party animal than I am. LOL.
Just think what the White House parties will be like when you take office!
Beamish in 08.
I've slowed down considerably. I'm not the college student majoring in alcohol consumption with a minor in hangovers that I was 10+ years ago.
Now I rarely drink at all, and the times I do it's never to the point of inebriation. Except for the 4 days a year I go nucking futs: New Year's Eve, my birthday, Halloween, and a day in reserve that could happen at anytime (haven't cashed that one in this year yet...)
Mr. Beamish,
a day in reserve that could happen at anytime (haven't cashed that one in this year yet...)
The year is still young!
You might have guessed already that I didn't party in college. I couldn't manage to party and get my studies done.
You must be one of those types who can party and still get the studying done.
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