Oof

That was harsh. Forty hours of that a week? Oof.

I'm thinking of cheating on my kwoon. Another school offers kung fu classes on Monday night: my only free weeknight. Maybe I'll try it out for a month and see. I don't even know what style is taught there, or if it will make me even more confused with my current knowledge. I'll call and see if I can try one class out and make a judgement on that. I'd much rather continue studying with my current Sifus, but it may be months before I again get the chance.

Why do I feel like an adulteress for considering training elsewhere?

Yeah, here are your links. Enjoy.

One Man's Eye: Photographs from the Alan Siegel Collection: Magnificent photography spanning decades.

Mastiff Delivers Massive Litter Of Puppies: Twenty-four, to be precise. Yikes!

Yoga: Just an Exercise or Something More?: The JWs take on yoga, and how it leaves your body and mind open to demonic possession. Eeee!

The Biology of B-Movie Monsters: "Size has been one of the most popular themes in monster movies, especially those from my favorite era, the 1950s. The premise is invariably to take something out of its usual context--make people small or something else (gorillas, grasshoppers, amoebae, etc.) large--and then play with the consequences. However, Hollywood's approach to the concept has been, from a biologist's perspective, hopelessly naïve." What? You mean a 100-tonne spider is impossible? Oh no!

Muscle Champion Galleries: "Photographic image archive of Victorian and Edwardian-age bodybuilders and strongmen." I think these vignettes are fascinating. Didja know, for example, that the term "rippling muscles" originated with a body builder by the name of Maxick (Mack Sick)?

Scatdolls: And no, they're definitely NSFW. I wonder how many kids have brought these dollies to school....

The Dream

I'm racing down a long corridor with heavy-duty steel plating for floors. The metal is beginning to oxidize. Although the corridor is straight, it often ramps up or down and doesn't stay level for long. I'm rushing along picking up little stacks of cooked and raw yams. As I pick them up, they disappear, and I rush along to get the next little orange heap.

I end up in a small bedroom, possibly a dorm room. In it are f00dave and freakwoman. They are afraid, and so am I. An imposter is around. I turn around so fast my hair whips me in the face, and I catch a glimpse of not-f00. He has long blond hair like f00 once had, but it's lankier and a bit more red in colour. He runs into the room and slams and bolts the door behind him. He's holding a chromed dance sword, and rushes forward, thrusting the sword at Freakwoman's breast.

f00 manages to knock the sword aside, preventing Freakwoman from taking any injury. The imposter thrusts his dull sword at me, and I clap the blade between my hands, then somehow wrest it free from his grasp. I take the sword by the pommel and jam the tip between the imposter's ribs. As I shove it forward, I tell f00 or Freakwoman to call the police. I wonder if I'll be arrested, or if I can get off on self-defense. Then I wake up.