kittydesade: (my saviour my failure)
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FUCKING B7 CHORD.

Other than that, Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye is a pretty easy song, really.

Every once in a while I think Sherlock is right, and I want to cock my head at people and ask Dear god, what is it like inside your funny little brains? It must be so boring. Getting into all the myriad sources of this over the last 24 hours would take too long. But really. Is it nice in there? Peaceful, quiet?

As far as yesterday's kerfuffle I have decided that rather than be irritated by someone who doesn't know how to hold himself proper to the pose/stance/movement, I'm just going to use this to remind myself that if I want to kick that much ass, I have to work for it. And be more efficient at my workouts. Hip-drops hip-rolls kicks of various kinds chest and shoulder isolations back straight tailbone tucked soft knees aligned body parts. And just from being irritated over all of this has made me hold myself better, so something positive there. Just because it can be done doesn't mean it should be done casually, improperly, or in a vacuum.

... Although dancing in zero-g would be kind of sweet. I think. There, I cannot say, having never tried to.

It's a bit like me saying no one can bend their fingers proper to a B7 chord, when probably a few hundred guitarists do it every day, just because I haven't practiced properly to do it. Even if it is a fucking annoying chord.

And god knows there are covers and comics and other drawn images of people that defy the laws of nature and create ridiculous expectations in people about their bodies. Those would make great examples for such an article. I would be much happier if people would use them instead.

There was a question in here about the "Canadian shack" explosion I saw all over network and then I decided I was better off not getting involved as far as saying things with words. I did do some reading and some digging, and now I'll be over here working on my now much delayed SPN fic and other stuff.

Also, if you know me and Anna together at all and in any way, go read this. Seriously. This shit is old and tired and people need to stop fucking hurting my friend.

I am crawling under the internet and not coming out for a few days.
kittydesade: (do what's impossible)
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So, first, an author was foolish about fantasy novel covers. Which, yes, are sort of ridiculously prettified and sexified, that's not my issue with his post. My issue is that he takes himself, not at the peak of his physical ability, puts himself in what he thinks of as the same poses as the women (women) on the covers of these books, and points out how bad he looks. Dude. Your back isn't held up, your shoulders are all scrunchy, you're not keeping your abdomen and ribs engaged, you're not properly aligning your spine, you're not keeping your hips and tailbone tucked and/or angled right, and your knees are lackadaisical. Anyone would look like crap trying to make a pose without actually doing it by engaging all of their body in the proper way. Also, I hate to break it to you, but you're a guy. Cisguys' bodies are structured differently than cisgirls'. Also, these women are supposedly in the peak of their physical prowess, or implied to be, which means they do know how to hold themselves. And finally, it's a still image. It is a single moment in time. Presumably they're not holding this pose. You wouldn't assume that a photograph cover of a novel involved one person standing there like that for several minutes, why do you assume it for a drawing?

I will say, though, that pile of foolishness did remind me that I needed to concentrate more on my exercises. So that was helpful! No, seriously, as an exercise I planted my feet along a straight line, softened my knees a bit, tucked my ass into a line under my spine, lifted my spine up to my head, dropped my shoulders and squared them and pushed my chest and ribs out a bit for the sake of being really ridiculously comic book. Then turned so that my shoulders were at perpendicular to my feet. My hips did have to turn maybe.. 25, 30 degrees? It wasn't a full 45 degree angle, I know that. And then, just for kicks, I looked over my right shoulder. And held it. And held it. And then got bored so I stopped and stretched out. Someday, if I manage to drop these few pounds or find a few ounces more of self-confidence I might actually get dressed up into my superhero costumes and do some superhero poses. Either that or I'd have to find a professional photographer willing to indulge me. Till then, I will just facedesk at people who are making no doubt well-intentioned arguments about things that, in the general, probably need to be argued. But... oh, I don't know how to say it. Not in ways that make me go "Uh, dude, that's totally possible, and the training to move your body that way is pretty damn hardcore."

That said, fantasy novel covers tend to be less egregious than comic books anyway. Comic books just defy the laws of biology and physics.

... and all that said, dammit, now I want to go home and do my yoga. Instead I suppose I will go out front and spin. Which is sort of like doing yoga, only not. Or some of this. Now this is what I'm talking about A shot from this would make a kickass fantasy novel cover.

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