An expat New Yorker living in Austin. This blog contains high quantities of: roller derby, comics, harry potter, supernatural, doctor who, welcome to night vale, fringe, glee (show and state of being), social justice discussion, and whatever the hell else I feel like putting here.
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Last night I got to tell Hydra to see Cap 2, that there was a very special thing in it that she would especially appreciate.
I fucking love that I live in Austin sometimes.
And he’s got some amazing science pun name like Hurlenmeyer Flask or Up’n Atom or something.
Cecil, naturally, does announcing for both the men’s and women’s leagues.
Cecil thought he was perfect the first time he saw Carlos, and then Carlos executed a perfect Mohawk (a move that requires strong quads and flexible hips) and he passed out.
Six people walking on the strip in Las Vegas, and we’re trying to stay together.
I find myself touching my friend’s hip and shouting things like “Pack it up!” and “Bridge!!!”
Like NYC, walking the sidewalk is total jammer training.
Ain’t no funk like wristguard funk.
I’d rather sniff my skates than my wristguards. And I skate barefoot.