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seeing that this was a suggested thread, i figured i'd start off with this one:

I just agreed to signing up to a martial art. given that both Fyn and Little M are active in Kali Majapahit, and I increasingly get used as the "practice dummy", i have, at the tender age of 55, decided to join up as well...

for those unfamiliar: Kali is a South East Asian (Philippine) martial art with influences from Muai Thai and Pentjak Silat. in popular art you'll probably have seen it used in the Bourne movies.

it's pretty full on with a lot of focus on dual stick fighting, open hand and aggressive take-downs, as in a defence by offence kind of fight style. the lessons are pretty much non-stop cardio.

'morituri te salutant', folks...

Wow... you are so going to hurt... LOL

as my friend said before he decided to go down a ski jump ramp with his snowboard: 'How bad can it be?'

How long before his cast came off??

casts...

You're 55?!!!! It's been FIVE years since we celebrated your fiftieth? Holy shit!

BTW, FZ and I have started studying some MMA, and it will be fun to work out with you and Fyn when next we hook up.

SciFi Chick wrote:You're 55?!!!! It's been FIVE years since we celebrated your fiftieth? Holy shit!

yeah, i know...

That's pretty cool. Hope you have fun with it.

Yeah, Sensei likes to use me as the living test platform for punches, pressure points and joint locks because I'm big (compared to the rest) and don't scream when hit. Apparently I'm one of the minority that doesn't respond to pressure points so got all bruised while he was trying to show me how they hurt (at my request).

Had bruises for about two weeks. they are gone now, because we haven't had a chance to go back in the last two weeks! LOL

Love the blocks that involve the twist and cut technique. Hurts the other person like hell but you feel next to nothing.
Its really cool.

I think my hairdresser uses the twist and cut technique

squ1d wrote:I think my hairdresser uses the twist and cut technique

Better that than your urologist.

squ1d wrote:I think my hairdresser uses the twist and cut technique

Thats what I call it. No idea what its actually called but damn its effective.

The title of this thread is usually accompanied by the realization that you are:

1. Married
2. About to become a parent
3. Too drunk to dispute the stories your friends are telling you.
4. Never going to live it down.

Fortunately, there is the chance that if you live long enough everyone will forget that you did it or that you were even there. At least that is my goal.

Or you married the person that may remember what you did...


Right honey??

We're currently replacing the crappy ugly tiles at the foyer of our basement door (turquoise wall tiles) with some lovely volcanic black tiles which go really well with laminate flooring. So, there I am slamming away at the tiles with a crowbar. Mom is watching. We're enjoying a beer. I get a little piece of tile in my flip flop, shake it out, and say to Mom, "I probably should be wearing other shoes to do this." Did I listen to myself? Of COURSE I didn't listen to myself. That would have been sensible.

Less than 30 seconds later, a shard of tile flew and popped a vein on my foot. First time that's ever happened, but I used to be an EMT, so I recognized it right away. The second I looked down and saw the river of red, I was like, "Uh oh." Mom says, "What?" "I hurt myself." This took all of three seconds, and my flip flop was already filled with blood. I was just relieved it wasn't an artery - not because I can't handle an artery on my foot, but because I really didn't want to have to add painting to the list of things we're doing, and I'm also not interested in a spray pattern of blood on the wall.

I plopped down on the mini-fridge, started direct pressure, laughed with FZ over it, and let Mom fuss over me without giving her a hard time.

*sigh* Tomorrow, I will be wearing jeans (in spite of the heat), shoes, and proper safety glasses. Very glad I didn't get hit in the face.

No more Chinese safety boots for you!

FZR1KG wrote:No more Chinese safety boots for you!

Is that what they're called?

Holy shit! I'm glad you didn't give it the the time to let you go into shock.