Sunday, June 17, 2007
Anti-Suck
I will not be overcome by the forces of suckiness; I will fight the suckiness.
- The Ripsaw fights the suckiness. I’m not entirely sure how useful it is, but I’d be happy to get one as a birthday present. 0 to 50 in 3.5 seconds in a tracked vehicle?
- Fight the suck by mocking Britney. Trust me: it works.
- CadillacTight fights the suck mightily. And has been rewarded for his efforts. Good man.
- And while we’re on the subject of zoomy vehicles, a rocket powered fights the suck with style. Of course, it might cross right over the line into stupidity, but that is a price I’m more than willing to have someone else pay.
- Learning swordplay from De Doc would be a way for Denver denizens to fight--with sharp, pointy objects--against the encroachment of the suck. My knowledge of fencing comes exclusively from a few “lessons” taught to me when I was in high school. My teacher was invariably drunk to the point of wobbliness, and his teaching might not have been the most focused. This is also how I got my first taste of rappelling, a crash lesson in shaped charges and the use of accelerants to make even bigger booms in other situations, and the proper method for making homemade spaghetti noodles without benefit of a pasta maker. He was a talented and caring man; sadly, he drank sadness with a suicidal fervency. I suppose that’s a long way of saying that I wouldn’t be well suited to Doc’s class; my skills are a bit lacking.
- Clients that pay their invoices on time don’t suck. I don’t have many of those. That sucks.
- Spending Fathers’ Day with your future wife, enjoying a bright Colorado day, and eating macaroni and cheese on a stick--now that is a great way to fight the suck.
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You spent Father’s Day with my future wife? You son of a bitch!
My father wasn’t readily available.
Father’s Day sucks. At least you found a good way to spend it. I pretty much just ignored it.
Yannow, the course is certainly capable of acomodating beginners.
Just sayin’.
Cheerfully, your perfessor
I like sharp, pointy, things. Back in the days of my youth, I fenced epee under Andre Deladrier. That lasted until I realized just how slow my reflexes were. Still, I do have a small accumulation of sharp pointies. Smaller at the moment, though. Saturday, Cheryl took me to the Renaissance Festival for Father’s Day, and I took the opportunity to take the longer of my two Badger Blades pieces back for some rework.
I may have to see about these lessons - I’ve been thinking about sinking a post into my backyard to use as a target.
My response to the prospect of a swordfight would be to draw the .45. None of this Malcolm Reynolds vs. Atherton Wing stuff for me.
Nonetheless, I admire the skill of the accomplished martial artist, whatever the form.
De Doc: nice site design.
Is it wrong that I was most interested in the mac ‘n’ cheese on a stick?
Not at all. Stay tuned for further commentary on that and many other stick-related subjects.
Okay, really just that one stick-related subject.
Still…
I fenced a bit in college, wasn’t that great honesty. But I was always frustrated at the lack of a fencing discipline that had any appearance to me of practicality in the use of a blade. Otherwise, I’m pretty much a .45 guy too.
Jed—Having qualified expert in pistol Back In The Day (as a Naval officer), I am very fond of my “Yankee fist”.
*grin*
But as Mr. Natural sez… the right tool, for the right job. It’s *good* to have options.
And thank you for your compliments on my site; it’s been very pleasant adapting the basic Tarski theme to my tastes.