Hi!

You're probably looking for my other site, which actually has some Drupal related stuff on it. I'll be writing up details of the whole PostNuke to Drupal conversion (including some of the pain Bharat went through with it), which is probably more of what you're interested in than my dogs, my ultimate game or my transistion from emacs to vi.

If you're a PostNuke person looking to transistion to Drupal, well, yeah, I'll get those details up, too.

You can contact me in the mean time, if you have specific Drupal/PostNuke/Gallery questions that I can answer.

Pretty much the only way to switch from one editor to another, or one program to another that does the same job but with different keystrokes, or from one operating system to another, is to go cold turkey.

None of this half-ass, oh I'll just use this for a little while, until I learn all the commands and details I need to know to use it effectively crap.

Which brings me to my current pain point.

vi

Slowly, but surely, I'm learning how to use this editor. Slowly, but surely, I'm discovering, yes, even the great vi has issues, and that, truly, emacs would be reigning king if not for the control key pinky of death.

I'm going to go from the control key pinky of death to the escape key ring finger of death.

Ah, the aftermath of an ultimate tournament.

Especially a high level one, like this weekend's tournament.

I slept 10 hours last night. The first night I've sleep more than 6 hours since the night before BarCamp. I think my body needed the time to figure out exactly what the heck I just did to it, as I woke up sore.

Sore for the first time in the longest time.

The anti-inflammatories I take daily mean regular exercise won't faze my muscles at all. That muscle soreness and stiffness that sets in 1-2 days after exercising? The feeling that tells you, hell yeah, you've just done something great for your body? That feeling that I like so much, but most women think is icky?

Yeah, haven't felt that soreness since February. (Hmmm... I thought I had written about it, but I can't find it anywhere, so I must have been mistaken. So, how about now?)

I take anti-inflammatories daily. I have been since February, after a series of migraines late last year caused some subtle, but annoying, vision problems for me, and a doctor prescribed blood thinners that were causing me to bleed for hours with the smallest cut. I switched away from the blood thinners and onto the anti-inflammatories, and have been fine since.

Except I'm never sore after working out.

Which is unfortunate, because I like that feeling of soreness from a hard workout.

Taking a lot of painkillers in order to play ultimate is a double edged sword. On the one side, I'm able to play. I can run, jump, throw, pivot, fake, catch, fall, the works because I can move without pain. With enough ibuprofen, and the weakness in my left leg disappears, the pain in my hamstring lessens, and I can have fun again.

And, on the other side, I don't notice when I injure something more. I don't notice that maybe my achilles don't like this sprinting full tilt from our endzone to the opponents' endzone and back on the turn. I don't notice that, whoops, there goes that other toenail, didn't need that one either.

Though, at one point, I did realize that if I can feel where my marker's cleat stomped on my ankle when I pivoted to the forehand, and that I felt it through six Advil and half a Vicodin, that maybe, just maybe, an injury sub would be good to see just how much damage that cleat caused.

Not much yesterday, but I'm feeling it today.

That, and the delicious muscle soreness.

Finally.

"Well, that's a sight. Jamming your hands in your butt cheeks to keep them separated because one of them is frozen."

Kris, tonight after I iced my upper hamstring, and couldn't quite clench because one was really cold.

Emily, Kyle's girlfriend/fiance, gave me the best compliment today. As I was walking off the field during the Beer Run game at Labor Day, she asked me, "Kitt, how are you always so wide open?"

I was thinking, "Wow! Am I really always open? Hot damn!"

But her question was sincere, so I responded, "I watch my defender. When she turns away to find the disc, I start cutting."

Usually in the opposite direction, or behind her, but definitely when she's not looking.

But then I realized that wasn't quite all that I do to get open on the field. So, I continued, "Oh, and I'm always running. I'll cut in, then back deep, then back in. Most players are behind me after the second cut."

"Oh, and sharp, sharp, sharp cuts. I don't banana curl my cuts. I stop, plant and go back the other way."

I talked to Kris about it afterward. I think the messages I write to myself on my arm really help my game. My current mantra?

Run hard.

RH

If I'm running hard every time I'm in, I'll be open every time.

Every. Time.

We have the three Smith brothers on Mischief: Mark, Kyle and Kevin. Kevin and Kyle played with us this weekend, with Mark still nursing his wicked ankle injury from Chico. Mark may be back for Regionals, but probably won't play with us at Sectionals.

Which sucks, because he seems to be pivotal to our level of play.

When the Smith brothers are on, not only are they amazing to watch, but they also bring the level of the rest of our play up. When they're on, we are on fire.

And conversely, when the Smith brothers are off, oh lord, we suck.

Today, I could not connect with Kevin's hucks. Twice that I recall, there were probably more, I went deep for Kevin's hucks and just missed them. Kris commented that the throws were fairly difficult to catch, Kevin later agreed.

I wasn't the only one having difficulties. Our long game was just off. We lost both games today, for a brilliant (brilliant!) 0-5 record for the tournament.

We live and die by the Smiths.

Mark, heal quickly.