Spring break is here
So I took Friday off from blog writing. Friday was okay, though. Got me some hair chopped (that's so none of you smartasses pull the, "Oh, you got A hair cut?" line), then did some remote work. And then kung fu. Yes, all kung fu, all the time, seems like. It was cool, though. Definitely a decent number of guys to show up, and the topic of conditioning came up. I helped one guy condition his arms, and I found out his left arm was a little different. Basically, he had no bone between his wrist and his elbow. It was all titanium. He's a skater, and he's been in a few accidents. He told me the severe one was when he got up, looked down, and the edges of both bones in his forearm were actually poking out to say hello. He saw those and then passed out. He had some very nice scars to show for it. As far as conditioning - I have no idea how that's going to affect him. Maybe he'll just toughen up them muscle, then anything he blocks will be instant pain for the other person. Who knows.

Yeah, so we talked a lot of guy talk, about Jet Li, reminiscing about Justin's poked eye (I'll never hear the end of it). Justin actually showed up, and he had no marks at all - only a very slight discoloration of the skin underneath his eye. Other than that, he looked fine. So I felt a little better. And before everyone left, they wanted to see what full arm conditioning looked like, between me and Justin. So we showed them. There's something satisfying when you smack arms with someone else and it sounds like hands clapping. I already have bruises from that. I think Justin might even have a couple, himself. It was good stuff.

I DID have to get up super early in the morning to take some friends to the airport, which was both cool and sucky at the same time. Cool because I like helping friends, but sucky because it was at freakin' 7:30 in the morning. Yeah. The sun is barely up at that time. But it was okay, I came back and passed out for a bit longer.

The other interesting thing was that I got to meet up with a friend who's a third (I believe) degree black belt in taekwondo, and we sparred a little. Mainly me just blocking, to see what techniques they had. I have decided that I like kung fu much more than taekwondo. Taekwondo has this set of rules. Basically, it means you get about a foot and a half of area you can attack, but you'd better not touch them, because you might HURT somebody. Oh, and if you're going to block, it has to be only with your arms. Because blocking with legs might HURT somebody. Oh yeah, and you can only punch to the body, not the head. You might HURT them. No sweeps, no groin shots, no takedowns, no face shots, no grabbing, no touching, no bad words, no frowny faces, nope. Taekwondo rules SUCK, I have decided. It's made for tournaments. It'd be like playing a specialized game of chess where you can only use bishops. If you played like that all the time, it might be okay, because you don't know any better. But when you actually played CHESS, and then go to that method... well, you'd be upset, too. "But look! I have a QUEEN I can use! I'd obliterate you!" "No, you can't, you might HURT somebody." Anyway, I think I left some bruises from sparring. I didn't get any, but I left some, even though I only blocked. With my arms. Maybe they wouldn't let me block if I took Taekwondo. Because I'd HURT somebody.

And now it's time for the weekend. I think I'm going to try to do a lot of NOTHING. It might be hard, but I'll keep trying.

Okay, random link time. I don't know if this is true, but if it is, that'd be very interesting.
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