Fire the writers.

Because it is clear that they are accustomed to writing sitcoms, and that is NOT my life genre, thank you so much.

It can't be anything but sitcom material when you jaywalk once--once!--at the major intersection between your house and the train (because you are running late and it cuts off a good 40-60 seconds; the difference between having to sprint and not having to sprint), and you and a fellow CRIMINAL!~ get stopped & ticketed by a pair of cops in an unmarked vehicle who have been commanded to go forth and enforce the law because two idiots got road-pizza'd the other day jaywalking at that intersection and God bless the nanny state...

...when audiovile, who jaywalks at the same place

EVERY.

SINGLE.

DAY.

and who did so not three minutes behind you, was not.

I would also like to take a moment to swim in the bitter sea of irony that this ticket, proffered for my protection since apparently it is believed I do not have the mother-wit to look both ways before crossing, was delivered so late that I then had to sprint across the tracks when the crossing gates were long down and the train advancing towards me less than 50' away. Because, y'know, it's a lot safer to play Frogger vs. a locomotive than against cars.

It should also be noted that the train tracks cross the street at a point where there is no crossing, so every morning sees a continual game of live-action commuter Frogger as people cross to get to the station proper, this morning being no exception. Yay! Let's make it even more obvious how little this particular nubbin of enforcement actually matters!

[aikido] on the acquisition of a new skill

One which is not, unfortunately, of direct use in aikido; to wit, how to tape up an injured bit for support (in this case, my wrist, which suffered an overenthusiastic kotegashi last week). Dr. Nick says I should have done it earlier, but usually that kind of ouch doesn't stick around for me, so I didn't consider it until this weekend when I thought "gosh, this really shouldn't still hurt".

Of course, my initial attempt resulted in my hand turning purple by the time we were halfway through warmups. There's a fine line between "tight enough to actually provide support" and "circulation is for pussies", I find.

Otherwise, a good class. Nothing particularly difficult, which is useful because now and again I still find bits of basics I'm screwing up on, and I had a nicely energetic workout. This is in spite of the fact that I also seem to have messed up my left leg. Again.